PUPPET

There is a life inside me.
It is not my own
But that of those around me.
Oppressed by the confinements of this world.
Beaten down and broken many times,
Only to be built up and destroyed again.

My life is locked safely away.
Only I hold the key.
If only I could remember.
Try as I may,
Beating my brains.
It's suffocating
Smoldering into death.

I hold out my hand.
The last burning ember,
The last breath of this life of mine.
Now only the shell is left.
Filled with hollowness.
The puppet of the universe.

By Exandra