Prompt 12 – We’re Like Puppets in a Closet

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Life, a ceaseless puppetry unfolds its play,

Each marionette trapped in its private plight,

Acting out scenes, from dawn to fall of day,

With none escaping the puppeteer’s slight.

Invisible strings, our fates forever bind,

In life’s theater, we dangle and we sway,

Awaiting destiny, our hearts entwined,

In a drama where reason often goes astray.

Continuous defeat in life’s cruel game,

Confusing joys for cravings dark and base,

The threads that bind us, our enduring shame,

Closeted skeletons hide, leave no trace.

Selfishness reigns, we’re puppets in its thrall,

Escape eludes us, closet doors stand tall.

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