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The puppeteer

By Dion BowenPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

I've become a puppet in need of a way out,

I can't talk, move, or do anything I'm wondering what’s this all about,

So many things in this world now is more important than me,

I feel so lost collecting dust here maybe one day thrown away forever deceased,

Wait a minute I feel hands picking me up and pulling away at my strings making me walk,

I try to turn around but there is really no point I can't even talk,

The voice says "Be calm my son for I will give you life you've been away from me to long now it's time to get right,"

I don't understand so I try to fight it off and go back to where I was but I'm starting to see I'm losing this fight,

I begin to feel this weird peaceful feeling from my head all the way down to my feet,

The voice says "I need you to help your people so you all can one day walk the gold streets,"

I begin to wonder how can I do that when I can't even talk to someone,

All of sudden I feel myself changing back into a man I become overly excited and the voice says "Your job is not done,"

I begin to think how can I get them to listen and see that beautiful day,

The voice begins the speak "Don't worry my son listen to me I will give you the words to say.”

inspirational

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