The Battered Marionette

Multiple puppetmasters

Each yanking on a string

Ignoring the yelling

From the bleeding puppet

One says up

One says down

Another tries for round and round

The puppet cries

For release and hope

Smacked on the floor

To silence his screams

A briefest moment

The masters sleep

Letting his strings hang loose

With battered limbs

And tattered heart

He struggles to his feet

His bloodshot eyes

Set on a distant door

A stumble run

Is what he tries

It’s all he has the strength for

Freedom is within his grasp

Until the waking masters

Drag him back

By his unbreakable strings

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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7 Responses to The Battered Marionette

  1. Wow…. great piece… very vivid, descriptive, and so sad for the puppet…

    Like

  2. Leisa says:

    Love this Charles, very powerful

    Like

  3. Greg says:

    All at once horrible and awesome…

    Like

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