Puppets Dont Have A Say Poem by jathin aka jesuzz

Puppets Dont Have A Say

Rating: 5.0


Cast upon the stairs
less alive than heaped rugs
My family, a bed of bugs
As soul mate, for a dead soul
i reaped the sadness sowed.
A tired general fighting a lost war.
These streets of dancing lights
passed me by through my life's window
In my ceiling i saw floor mats
and my floors crawling alley rats

In this vast cubicle,
i was as frozen still as an icicle
My eyes blured, lenses lost focus
An un answered phone rings, irritates
my life so alike goes on, mutilates
A safe whose combination lost.

Crept in darkness my demons
Blood red my rage, pitch black my conscience
Revelations i dreamt, revolutions i fear
Pearls for swine, flowers for mine
Rag doll games of night,
Lost feelings lay awake


cry as much as you may
the screen background is always gray
Moments in picture frames, happy an gay
Reality as fixed as solid clay
Threads of control as strong as hay
Still you know, puppets don't have a say

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Seema Chowdhury 10 March 2009

hi Jatin, a nice poem, flow is nice and your feelings are flowing smothly one after another and fits in its place. keep up the good work and elcome to poemhunter.

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Kesav Easwaran 10 March 2009

yes; puppets don't have a say...they only get swayed...the picture you provide here is dark...and the colors you prefer are still darker...but the lines inside are solid and thick and they talk poetry strongly...poetry from a revolting rebellious mind...10

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