Highly Strung

Matt

The clouds hang low, rigid, like zeppelinz
We hang low from them, like marionettes
Though, no, I am not a puppet
But, yes, I suppose it could be said that I am
Yes, lets call it highly strung
They make us dance to a tune i dont recognise
I thought i knew it once
I thought it was a tune i once tried to write
Back when I was the apple in someone’s eye
I think a worm, or was it…
No, I can safely say it was a worm
Corrupted that someone’s eye
They look, but they no longer see.
I may have been, per’aps the worm that wriggled
Or, no, it jus’ ne’e was meant to be.
No, quite right, it was all a lie, ne’er have i felt such love
To lose and bid goodbye
But, i have felt such things!
I’m almost sure of it, though i’m not so sure it was me

Written for W3

10 thoughts on “Highly Strung”

  2. Indira's avatar Indira Jan 2, 2026 / 3:44 pm

    You’ve completely confused me now. However, I really loved your style and your perspective. Great job!

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  3. JosieHolford's avatar JosieHolford Jan 2, 2026 / 8:13 pm

    Love the way that jumps back and forth yet hangs together.

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  4. ben Alexander's avatar ben Alexander Jan 7, 2026 / 10:50 am

    Matt, I really feel that tug between being “strung” and still wanting agency. The ending especially hits — that uncertainty about love feels so raw…

    ~David

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