I wanted to share a poem I wrote a while back. During the time where I was, “not a girl, not yet a woman”, where the harsh truth of reality starts to sink in, when choices begin to have consequences, I realized the struggle of life around me. People I knew didn’t do so well, jobs were being lost, buildings burned down, gypsies stealing metal off our roof.. I decided to write from a perspective of someone else, in third person, who couldn’t let go of what held them back, when they wanted to just give up and give in. The subject of the poem signifies a “bond” or “binding” that you can’t escape. I don’t want to say anymore in case I put too many ideas in your head, because I want you to interpret the meaning in your own way – relate it to yourself.


A puppeteer, you may call it,
the master of manipulation.
All his fingers hold the knots,
to the cracks in your foundation.

Hidden by your tall, lean shadow,
he lurks behind your back;
forward, with every move you make,
warlock takes his attack.

Each digit fidgets suddenly,
and your body seems to twitch;
the hands of time stop ticking now,
trapped in by the witch.

The only sound that you can hear,
is the crying of the dead;
a mournful, sad melody,
that plays often in your head.

You think, “maybe, I’ll get a break”,
he’s tricked you into believing,
the more you do for him,
the less that you’ll be breathing.

He takes you in and sucks you up,
and you would never know,
the strings in which he has you tied,
lets him be in control.

Thanks for reading!