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Poetry

 

    As with David, many writers express their love and praise to God through poetry. Poetry can be a vehicle with which we  convey  our emotions on the deepest level.

 

     We hope you will enjoy the selections from a variety of poets. Each will have a style of their own.

This month we feature a poem entitled “The Fall of the Puppet Master” written by a 16 year old sophomore who attends a local school in the area. She goes by the pseudonym of ‘Lola.’

 

Read and understand the struggles and victories that many teenagers experience today.

                The Fall of the Puppet Master

 

I can feel you in my veins

a cold venom slowly spreading

senses failing, wounds unhealing

nothing to numb the pain

I should have let you fall

instead you've taken over

corrupting this innocence

polluting this mind

you're selfish, and hated

despised and so jaded

I can't remember the last time I cried

 

Crazed you try to keep your place

afraid to loose control

trying not to lose grip

as your life crumbles down

a slave no longer will I be

I'm like a puppet whose strings are cut

you fall to your knees, watching

your kingdom in ruins

sinking into the ground

no one will save you now

 

Sorry for the things you've done

forever will you be, its time for

you to realize, I've grown stronger

I won't take your hand, won't fall again

I don't need you, I don't need you