A Puppet On Strings

Push and pull of strings within
Direction seems to disappear
No one clear way to cut the cords
Which attach around me in all ways
Feeling like someone else pulls the strings
Will I find away to break free?


Lost Poem

Poetry echos throughout night
Lines come to fast to form
A poem worthy to put in place
It leaves me speechless
Trying to catch up
I fall behind to tired
Over come with exhaustion
To write the words down