sarkism

she's driven by lust

driven by desire

yet

shackled by duty

by responsibility-

she's shackled by herself.

what is it

that she really needed now?

between desire and duty

she knows which she must choose

and she's made her choice

but

her decision is not set in stone.

it's set in the winds

along with the very determination

required so desperately

to live.

her lips may part

to say that

she's chosen "Duty"

while deep in her heart

she longs and succumbs

to this one drug named

Desire.