A Duet With Life

The next step in my poetic contemplations.
I write in my free time accross different styles and themes, sometimes there are reasons to what I write and sometimes there are not, but I always try to follow my inspiration.


34. Raw puppe

We are straw puppets dancing in a fire,

We are marionettes chanting on a wire,

Round and round we go, in frenzied flashes,

Mind and heart at war, a thousand clashes,

Icarus of the heart, rising so high,

Sisyphean fools of the kind that try,

Until we burn our wings, until we tire,

Building and, with our hand, lighting the pyre

On which we repose and evermore lie

Disappearing with the faintest sigh

Into the deep night, small pile of ashes;

The flames have consumed our deepest gashes.

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