We have lost our souls

And no longer

Bear the name,

Children of the Light

Pulled by unseen strings

Up, Down

We march to unheard drumbeats

Forward, Backward

We scream in desperation

LOOK AT ME,

DO YOU APPROVE?

The silence echoes in our ears

As our audience

Has long deserted us

We march along aimlessly

Through every scene, every act

And when the pieces fall apart,

We are laid to rest

And praised for our performance

Our tribute,

HERE LIES THE PERFECT PUPPET

The Journey In, Vol 2: A Collection of Spiritual Poems

(Chronicling one woman’s journey from darkness to Light).

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