Strings of a puppet


Emotional games he plays.
In control he must be.
Always getting what he wants.
Never caring the hurt caused.

Always using guilt.
A double edge sword.
Bringing up the past.
A debt owed, I pay.

It’s complicated.
Love is there, so’s anger.
He’s cunning, he uses guilt.
A clash of emotions.

I can walk away.
Leave anytime I want.
But I won’t do that.
I’ll keep on giving.

He knows, he pulls the string.
Like a puppet, he controls.
He sends a message.
I cannot say no.

This turmoil eating away.
To voice out will only hurt.
Guilt will always rear its head.
The string controls the puppet.

By C.E. Pereira


Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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