Poem: He is My Master

ssaunders on Nov 28, 2009

Just a toy.

I am walking a lonely road

no desire to run

no desire to move

my limbs are strung

my head is taut

the motion is involuntary

without need, without thought

he is my master

my life in motion as he pleases

without emotion

a puppet for his satisfaction

I’m just the toy of his imagination

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drelayaraja on Nov 28, 2009
Nice one…
giftarist on Nov 28, 2009
Great flow! nice one!
eudefotah on Nov 28, 2009
very good

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cutedrishti8 on Nov 28, 2009
Great write..
jimbob1 on Nov 28, 2009
Miss S…I wonder how many more of us a marionettes (puppets on a string)? Enjoyed this work. Thanks.
Edit…
“my head is taught…” should be “my head is taut…”
Dame Barbara on Nov 28, 2009
I liked this very much, good thought and well put together.
Themax on Nov 28, 2009
Great write mate and very good write,Thanks
LOVELY HONEY on Nov 28, 2009
excellent

some guys would mistake the toy

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T. S. Lewis on Dec 9, 2009
Very good. I began to see him pulling the strings as the poem developed. I have some scissors for you if you want … check out (connect the dots) tell me what you think.

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