up and down. Up and down. They move me up and down.
yes. I'm a puppet, attached to two elastic strings and there's nothing that I'm allowed.
they pull me,everyday and somedays all day. My body is weakened and I'm use to it so there's nothing that I could say.
i want to cry. I want to scream but they took my voice away.
I wish I could be wild and free,dance through the howling trees every single day.
But no. I'm a puppet that's controlled. This is not a story this is just a true fact that has now become old.
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Author:
Samreen Chowdhury (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 12th, 2017 18:19
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
Beautiful piece.
Thankyou so much!
Seek interior freedom first... "Interior Freedom" by Jacques Philippe
I agree.thankyou
Good write Samreen. And yet I feel we can make our own choices. We're not, or need not, be controlled by others, who seem to 'pull our strings'.
Yes indeed! My heart goes out for all those humans out there that are controlled by human nature,thankyou for sharing your opinion!
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