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Go
by Curtis SethalerGo. Walk-On.
Seek your own kind of joy.
I'll stay here and protect the things you left.
At least that's what I'll tell you.
I AM NOT YOUR PUPPET!
You think you have a toy in me?
You think that string makes me jump?
Think again! I taught myself to think.
I made myself this person, made myself feel.
You are leaving?
Go ahead. Dream and think,
that I'll be here when you return.
I am not tied down by you.
I can leave,
but I am tied to you.
I am in your debt and you don't care.
Leave and I'll stay.
I have nowhere else to go.
02/26/2002 Posted on 02/27/2010
Copyright © 2024 Curtis Sethaler
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 02/27/10 at 05:24 PM an excellent write.... welcome to Pathetic..... |
| Posted by Cole Bradburn on 03/03/10 at 10:03 PM Very conflicted, the indecision between the mind and heart is displayed expertly. Well done. |
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