Marionettes Never Complain this Much

Posted: January 9, 2012 by aburroway in AdamB

He walks across the room

with a heavy heart and burden on his chest.

He can’t stand this any longer.

His bravado failing,

Heart racing.

He knows something forbidden

that should be unknown.

The bleeding agony

from the guilt alone

when he stumbled upon this.

Pacing back and forth,

muttering to himself,


“It’s all too much,” he said.

All too much.


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