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Shadow Puppet
Dark as a thousand midnights
with only more darkness on the horizon,
trapped in a 2nd story window,
sealed in by the shadows
of the leaves from the street lights.
Escape from this visual asylum of my mind,
where shadows of the tree’s branches
play puppet master and pull the strings
in different directions of each heart beat
pumping within my darkened soul…
Strings continue to tug at the beats as
the needle to the record player descends down
in ghostly fashion, illuminating the room
with the soundtrack to our past life.
Sitting in a frozen state as the sounds of our music
bounce off the walls and leave me
trying to figure out a way to put my feelings
into words & not go off grammatical key.
No matter how far I reach into my soul for the truth,
what I grab only dissolves sporadically through
my fingers like grains of sand from a shattered hour glass.
Isolated in this padded room in my mind,
are these thoughts bound to a straitjacket?
Can you be my shrink so my words don’t get lost in the shadows?
