Marionette With Broken Strings

A marionette with broken strings

Who’d like to fly; maybe get some wings

Trapped, alone and unsatisfied

While the world keeps changing, just outside

Been neglected and gathering dust

Metal joints are showing rust

Paint is chipping and clothes are faded

Never dying; just more outdated

Such a plight; it’s sad but true

Tricked into this point of view

There is no prison, no bars or gates

Gaslighted into the role of inmate

Someone nasty played an evil role

Years went by as they controlled your soul

Love and pain went hand in hand

Stripped you bare; theirs to command

A plaything, a toy, a manipulated life

Daily grind on the edge of a knife

Convinced, controlled, and manipulated

Under foot and dominated

A weakened body and failing mind

Textbook case, outside of time

Indoctrination and finally surrender

But at the hands of a vile pretender

They use you when the time is right

But only when you give them light

To them you’re nothing; just another tool

Your wishes forgotten; you’re miniscule

Darker thoughts and no imagination

Another slave on their plantation

Yet deep inside, a spark still yearns to burn

And time exists to still unlearn

Forget the tricks, the abuse and lies

Take a chance and open your eyes

Someday soon try breaking free

The controlling cycle has a key

A lock of sorts, but with thin white strings

The master pulls, the victim sings

Start thinking with a sharpened mind

Fight your fears, but watch behind

The cutting each of the tiny cords

Staying strong so they won’t be restored

Cut one today and wait a while

With a stomach churning, full of bile

The anticipation of being caught

Once cut strings then tied in knots

Or switched for something worse, like rope

A dangerous game – betting on hope

Shake off that horrible marionette disguise

Close your mind to neutralize

The great escape, the step outside

It’s now or never; don’t run or hide

Cut those cords; you must resist

Think of all the life you’ve missed

R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.
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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

5 thoughts on “Marionette With Broken Strings

  • August 14, 2018 at 8:48 PM
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    A well chosen photo Ralph. It’s sad that so many people are hanging about like her, lost in a captured world of violence and cruelty. When people exist only because others control them and allow them to live is a testament to a corrupt society of drugs, alcohol and their hold over poor souls who are controlled by them and others. I give credit to those who are street helpers and helping lost souls break away and set free their minds and souls from tyrants. I couldn’t imagine living a life of subjugation and control, I’d sooner be dead. Well penned and very visual. Kudos

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  • August 14, 2018 at 9:14 PM
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    Yes, an apt photo indeed, and a poignant write Ralph, as to that human need to control, administer human will on others. So nicely crafted my friend, great phrasing and imagery and a dark ominous feel. Great work Ralph. Kudos.

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  • August 15, 2018 at 1:00 AM
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    Very well phrased with vivid imagery. It is so hard to cut the cords and break away when one is controlled by another, yet it can be accomplished. Excellent piece, Ralph.

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  • August 16, 2018 at 10:36 AM
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    It is difficult to break that control/cut those cords. Sometimes the puppeteer is so slick you dont even know you’re being manipulated. I love the sense of urgency toward the end of the piece Ralph, nice work.

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  • August 16, 2018 at 11:48 PM
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    Ralph, as always from you..masterly written and constructed. Vivid phrasing and message, and a great tempo and rhyme scheme made this a pleasure to read.

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