Victim Before You

This poem is about the control a person can have over you. Whatever kind it may be.

Great power runs through you

You blaze with fire during my weakest times

I bow at your presence time and time again

I push

I pull

I am tempted

Nothing brings me more disgust than to know you hold the key

Do you love to taunt me so?

I find you in the darkest corners

You raise your arms

Stand firm on your pedestal

I am lost in a fog

Is this my tranquility?

Is this supposed to be some kind of honor?

I never knew that it was my turn to be your victim

You threw my key to the wind and here I stand before you.