Puppet Poem by Adam M Snow

Puppet
By: Adam M. Snow

I am a puppet to those who use me;
for they know not what my curse may be.
All I want is for my strings to be cut;
but instead my eyes are sealed shut.

I'm hanging by strings for their entertainment;
for I am evermore bound in containment.
Who am I to be called their puppet;
though my essence cannot forget.

Day by day these strings grow tight;
day by day I try not to fight.
Although I'm stuck and cannot move;
now there's nothing else for me to prove.

I am a puppet;
yet I can't deny it.
Although I have become one with these strings;
all I wish is to spread my wings.