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The Puppet

August 21, 2009
By Clark GOLD, Orinda, California
Clark GOLD, Orinda, California
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I used to dance in the early morn’ of life
With a bright soul I jumped into a bog of whirling lies
Above me they smiled, so complacent in their place
But since I was young, I couldn’t unmask their face
And time ticked on by as the audiences came
They saw in front of them, a child much in pain
So it finally hit upon me – that cruel revealing smite
And I ran into the distance on a dark grueling night
I knew they wouldn’t worry, for they never took to heart
The twisting pains that crashed inside my subjugated heart
But then again, I needed them to pave the way for me
So return I did, but now I came with mind and soul renewed
And in the end I wait to see who comes and goes to see
The nascent soul that woke amidst the great turmoil within me

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Ballad Baby said...
on Jan. 7 2010 at 2:12 am
I really feel your pain and renewed hope. Your writing is extremely palpable.