The Ventriloquist
when the rest of the world seemed so distant
and the invisibility of god was too much to fathom
i turned to a puppet
a stuffed brown dog i had named Grover
i confided in him earnestly
and he listened
offering respite in the solitude of my boyhood
i saw him as a friend
i saw him as real
confided in him
trusted him
until one evening
when reality set upon to my chagrin
and the illusions of my youth were obliterated
at that moment
i saw only a toy
between my face and my right hand
pulled him from my fingers
and tossed him across the dark of my bedroom
i cried deeply that night
for i had lost a friend
and was truly alone
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