Poetry The Devil and the Savior.

[Organized_Chaos11]

If I struggle...
Against my restraints...
Would my warden come?
Would there be a sly smile...
on his face?
I had this impossible thought.
Would he set me free?

I'm a marionette.
A puppet.
He can make dance.
He pulls the strings,
I have to dance.

He can't pull the strings and make me sing.
I sing when I want to.
I sing for the master.
The savior.
The one.
He gets angry then.
He yells.
He shouts.
He shrieks at me.
He punches...
kicks.
He tries to hurt me.

My savior...
he came and put a shield in front of me.
but he attacked from behind.
My weakest point.
The weakest spot.

 

[Organized_Chaos113]

Somehow, my previous account had complications, so I made a new one and it's working like it's supposed to. I'll keep writing poetry, just a different account.