‘Puppet’

Sometimes I feel like a puppet

Bleached and worn

Without emotions

Willing to die

To be thrown away onto a dusty attic

At least hidden

Under piles of forgotten clutter

I wouldn’t hear their shouting

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About Magdalena

I'm a positive thinker, a dreamer, a poet, a dancer, a writer. I want to empower people and inspire them to follow their dreams and create their lives exactly the way they wish them to be :)

Posted on November 17, 2012, in Poems and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. This is a lovely song you might want to listen to by Third Day

    I have an encouragement blog. Maybe some day you can visit it.
    http://weepingintodancing.wordpress.com/

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