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SEE THE PUPPET DANCE
 
See the puppet dance,
as the puppeteer pulls the strings
His every move
ordained by a tyrannical master
The audience of the poet bard awaits,
Expecting the poet to entertain
with whit and masterful sayings

Yet no one notices the Puppet Poet
as he cries out in pain
They read the words he has put to quill,
yet they do not listen
He bares his soul for the world to see,
yet no one sees the rain
They don't perceive what he feels,
As he is driven insane

They may read his poem, hear him speak,
yet they are deaf to his words
They are acutely unaware
of the hurt that is hidden beneath the ink,
The poet may as well dip his quill
in invisible tears as they fall
For they do not pay attention,
their minds are absent from it all

SEE THE PUPPET DANCE

© November 14, 2012

By GaelicRogue

© 2018 GaelicRogue (All rights reserved)

 

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