the sound of my emotions

p u p p e t

Sadly to the old man's parents, he had always been a mere puppet

Broken strings and a loss of guidelines had caused him to slowly

plummet

With no one to guide him, he silently abided

To sink away in his thoughts

He blocked out his family, children, and friends help,

and became mentally distraught

If only he had listened to the beckoning hands that, reached out to collect his frail strings

But he didn't want guidance, he didn't want help,

He constructed his own disformed wings

He flew away in the depths of his mind and formed himself a new reality

Little did he know, all this tampering with himself,

Could cause a malfunctioning

Surreality