6-18-09 The Marionette
Scottie Allman© 2009

Being dangled on a string
Pulled along as if by whim
Living the life of a marionette
Played first this way,
Then to that.

Each time I reach to cut the cord
That controls my emotions
With a word I’m moved again . . .
First this way
Then to that

When I feel the edge of kindness
In her voice
I see a shadow
Of her love
And once again I’m moved . . .
First this way,
Then to that.

Can I move on
In spite of the pain and misery?
Not while I dangle on a string.
A sad marionette that is moved . . .
First this way,
Then to that.