From Puppet to Master

From Puppet to Master

At the mercy of your whim

I feel naught but shame

Within my soul for the passion

Lost,

And bitterly weep at

The insurmountable cost of

Being with you.

Now

The word “me” does not exist,

Nor the word “we”.

Because now it’s the master and his puppet,

So blindly yielding to the strings.

And then a pristinely white ophidian

Gazed down on this me,

The puppet.

Supernovas and implosions from

Inside me came and then…

I had ascended into the place

The Universe meant;

Mistress,Queen…

And PUPPETEER!

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s