IX. PUPPET
I do not feel,
Human
Anymore.
I am a puppet,
an old puppet,
a ruined puppet,
with creases all around
its body,
they still need
to be sewn up.
The puppet whose eyes
are like buttons,
that have begun
to fall off.
The puppet that will,
eventually,
get strangled by
its own wires.
A puppet that
is falling apart,
sustained only
by the soft wires
that are slowly
ripping it off.
Every move
the puppet makes,
it's the move
of the others.
Every word
the puppet speaks,
it's the word
of the others.
Every thought
the puppet thinks,
it's the thoughts
of the others.
Everything
the puppet sees,
it's the world
of the others.
The puppet is on
the stage, controlled
by the others.
YOU ARE READING
Inter semper et numquam
PoetrySubmerged between forever and never./ Immerso tra sempre e mai./ Immergé entre toujours et jamais./ Eingetaucht zwischen Immer und Nie. ______________________________________________________________ Questa è una raccolta di poesie/ This is a collect...
