Kristyl is from the island of Malta. Her work has been published in several poetry anthologies by Lost Tower Publications and has appeared in the The Literary Hatchet, Haiku Journal and Down in the Dirt magazine. Puppets on a string A sea of dust surrounds us And the sun scorches our skin As our feelings start to die within Like puppets on a string we move What are we trying to prove? As we walk on eggshells And in the sea of dust we cry And in the same dust we will die Will our names be remembered For all the services we rendered? In the sea of dust we remain Till our bodies they come to claim And if not, our lives will never be the same Us the puppets moving with a string What will the future for us bring? The Sirens A Wiseman once said to me That if a man goes out to sea So very careful he must be For if the sirens he will see Never again will he be free Their song replays in his head Each night as he lays into bed A sweet song, yet almost sad It is enough to drive him mad So all sailors and men beware For if to sail out to sea you dare Make sure that you will not hear The song of sirens lurking there A Dream I wish to dream of you once again for when I met you my life began and though I’ve never seen your face and know not what is your race I long to be with you every night for you fill my heart with delight
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