Puppet – a poem about……

Unlike you
I’m still in pain
Because you’re so real.

I called to God
Asked if he’d cleanse you
From my filthy mind.

Yet he declined
Then ordered to me
To kneel in shame.

I cut myself
Letting the blood fall
In your memory.

In my darkest mind
You retain control of me
I am your puppet.

Not your favourite toy
Just one to abuse
Whenever you desire.

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