Poetry by Greg: Puppet Theatre

Greg Palmer

Puppet Theatre

Don’t tell me I should listen, when my head it screams so loud.

Don’t say it’s time to focus, leave me hidden in the crowd.

Don’t pull me to the front, I’m not a puppet on your string.

Leave me silent in the corner, for I’m not ready to sing.

I feel your eyes upon me, as you offer me a smile.

I painted quite the picture, inside darkness all the while.

I’m not here to act your jester, the jokes are painted black.

You’d need to look inside me, a vision you all lack.

Can’t you see that something’s broken, this smile is made of glass.

I want to see the future, but I’m held up in the past.

I see no path before me, I leave footprints far behind.

I fear they go in circles, like the thoughts that plague my mind.

A presence felt beside me, how long has that been here?

A shoulder pressed against mine, as I wipe away a tear.

‘I see you’ in a whisper, an arm across my chest.

‘I’ll hold you, keep you still, allow your mind to rest’

I wipe away the blur, I want to see what holds my hand.

Nothingness surrounds me as I try to understand.

Have I witnessed Heaven sent, did an Angel venture near?

Did my mother hold my hand, so I’ve nothing more to fear?

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