{"sf1_id":671785,"sf2_id":"Xek6Rz01","title":"Marionette","author":"SoranTheBunny","words":170,"posted_at":"2014-02-24T10:02:00.000Z","tags":["NotRhyming","Poem","Sad","Short"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/671785-marionette","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Xek6Rz01","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/aa/7a/aa7aa5bc-ec67-4174-9aaf-5c37900b652a","description":" ","content":"the marrionette in the box cries itself to sleep each night  \nits strings worn, its wooden arms peeling  \nit watches each day the world drift away  \nfrom his empty button wooden eyes\n\nthe marionette in the box cries, quiet tears of pain  \nunseen and unheard by the many puppeteers above  \nbut what awaits the marionette once the strings are broken  \nis what the marionette wants the most  \nhis eyes can grow dim, his arms may now rest\n\nthe marionette in the box cries, sleeping tight another night  \nwishing each day for the box to stay closed  \nhis solice in rest as the dark wraps around him, comforts him  \nno friends for the marionette, no peace for the puppet\n\nthe marionette in the box, a toy crafted with love  \nwho's life seems endless, his heart hangs heavy  \nhe wants to be free but the strings draw him back  \nin the box though he waits, knowing what the day will mean\n\nhoping his time will come, and peace will set him free\n\n  \n  \n\n"}