Stage night, the sun has set. The
theater is left in artificial light.
People of all ages flood the auditorium.
Their faces are familiar.
Friends, family, mere acquaintances..
Nobody is left out.
All have come to see me on stage.
Eager they lower themselves in their seats.
I don't want to be here. I am scared.
Scared to be once again stared at,
in my time of despair.
''Why won't you leave me alone!'', I scream.
...
Nobody answers. They just sit there,
idly chatting to one another.
Once in a while somebody younger
will look up at me, sadly.
The audience hears me, but chooses not to.
Those who look up feel sorry for me.
Sorry, that I reside in a locked cage.
It is short lived, they soon grow a
custom to the sight, and stop caring.
''So be it'', they say. Telling themselves
they did everything they could.
My limbs are tied down with string.
A force jerks at the end, I cannot see.
I know what time it is..
The door of my cage flings open violently,
the strings pull me towards the door.
It hurts.
With a single thump I land on the wooden stage.
The strings around my sore limbs, pull me upright.
Everybody looks to the stage,
with smiles on their faces.
This is what they came for.
''There will come a time where I
will no longer be your puppet!
The strings which direct my
every move will be worn, and broken!''
Nobody listens. It is not part of the script.
Lights dim.. Silence follows..
It is time.
Let the show begin.
theater is left in artificial light.
People of all ages flood the auditorium.
Their faces are familiar.
Friends, family, mere acquaintances..
Nobody is left out.
All have come to see me on stage.
Eager they lower themselves in their seats.
I don't want to be here. I am scared.
Scared to be once again stared at,
in my time of despair.
''Why won't you leave me alone!'', I scream.
...
Nobody answers. They just sit there,
idly chatting to one another.
Once in a while somebody younger
will look up at me, sadly.
The audience hears me, but chooses not to.
Those who look up feel sorry for me.
Sorry, that I reside in a locked cage.
It is short lived, they soon grow a
custom to the sight, and stop caring.
''So be it'', they say. Telling themselves
they did everything they could.
My limbs are tied down with string.
A force jerks at the end, I cannot see.
I know what time it is..
The door of my cage flings open violently,
the strings pull me towards the door.
It hurts.
With a single thump I land on the wooden stage.
The strings around my sore limbs, pull me upright.
Everybody looks to the stage,
with smiles on their faces.
This is what they came for.
''There will come a time where I
will no longer be your puppet!
The strings which direct my
every move will be worn, and broken!''
Nobody listens. It is not part of the script.
Lights dim.. Silence follows..
It is time.
Let the show begin.
~ BlackPuma
