Elucidating Questions

Marionette hanging from the ceiling,

Puppets in waiting.

The colours from the windows bleed away into the faded background

The lid stuck on, swinging from the top.

The darkest figure merely puts fingers to lips and hushes.

Screaming through the voices of others

Trying to keep my attention

The delusion.

I keep whispering it away

Torn down riverways bleeding old colours

The untorn mountainside of a far away no where.

It’s not hope if no one here can live happy.

Hanging from the ceiling waiting for the scissors to cut the strings.

Until then pulled in whatever direction

Forced into any place. Played away into nothing.

What chances for a faceless Joker and a lightless Moon.