Paper Crane

November 25, 2008
I am

A paper crane


A motionless puppet

Only moving

When your fingers

Control the strings

Attached to my

Lifeless wings


Lingers upon the shadow cast

From the light


Upon the hard wood floor

Masks of black

Swaying on a face

Twisted by deception

I swing

On the thread of existence

Watching your eyes

Once filled with joy

Fade into a bleak


I try to comfort you

But cannot

As I am dead

To those eyes

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