What is left?

Last night’s dreams haunt me today.

Forced to play a role

through acquiesence

to a plot I was not aware of.

Set up.

I am afraid,

but somehow helpless.

Resisting and falling ill.

Corrupted through weakness

to give.

Through a force within

which tears at my self-esteem.

I fall like this.

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