Taken

The utterness of frustration drifts into my mind, capturing my brain and controlling the role that was once mine. The thought of it all trolls the very good part that creeps in between vision and thoughts and rains through like a one act play. Taking it back is as hard as finished day. It's got a hold on me like a sunny day. It seems it has been taken from my heart in the night but I won't give in, I want what is mine.