In your own hand
That you forgot
You have
You’re a puppet
Of an invisible puppeteer
That you forgot
You are
You’re a puppet
No one moves
How you are moved
Is a total mystery
It’s clear though
That you twitch
So much so
That you fall
You fall all the time
So much that one day
You forgot one of your eyes
And became famous
As the First one eyed
Voodoo puppet
That no one
Wants to pet
Your power for a puppet
Is beyond all considerations
Of sanity through alienations
Your power is under threat
You dance around the fire
You spirit puppet you
When they all sleep
You clear up their blue
You are their best friend
But they don’t like you
As you dance around the fire
To purify all their blue
You’re a puppet
In your own hand
That you forgot
You have
You’re a puppet
Of an invisible puppeteer
That you forgot
You are
I think the first stanza works as a poem all by itself. I like this.
Thanks a lot, It’s true that the first stanza is strong enough to be a poem by itself, Thank you for your feedback