A puppet once did play
But now, crushed I lay
Strings so often pulled
Have suddenly frayed…
A game grown old,
No more to be played.
A fool, I admit, with
Much guilt and shame.
My ignorance, above all
Is most to blame.
Blind trust I must
Confess was dumb…
It matters no longer,
You’ve had your fun.
Strings so often pulled
Have somehow mended,
The game grew old
But never ended…
A short struggle only
For I knew you’d win,
Your puppet I find
I am again.
-Camille Cheek
6 June 1978
But now, crushed I lay
Strings so often pulled
Have suddenly frayed…
A game grown old,
No more to be played.
A fool, I admit, with
Much guilt and shame.
My ignorance, above all
Is most to blame.
Blind trust I must
Confess was dumb…
It matters no longer,
You’ve had your fun.
Strings so often pulled
Have somehow mended,
The game grew old
But never ended…
A short struggle only
For I knew you’d win,
Your puppet I find
I am again.
-Camille Cheek
6 June 1978
Totally loving it dam I need to write poetry too I love it loveeee it
ReplyDeleteThank you, cupcake. I look forward to reading yours! :)
ReplyDeletewell done :) xoxo
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ReplyDeleteyes I agree.....very nice! isn't it sad that we have to experience pain to bring out the most beautiful part of our soul? ehhh.....
ReplyDeleteThank you Zanny. :)
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