The Tissue Paper's Plea

A shilling spent, a sacrifice made
Echoes of emptiness resound, a hollow space displayed
Like a ghostly whisper, a fleeting thought
Then discarded, like a fragile, used excuse, long forgotten

In the dark recesses, I nestle and hide
Forgotten dreams, like crumpled sheets, cast aside
Empty surfaces beckon, a blank, unlined space
Yet, I'm confined to the depths, a secret, hidden trace

If fate decrees my purpose, a moment's fleeting use
Why wipe away the sweat, and make my existence loose?
I once held strength, a backbone true and straight
Now severed, weak, and fragile, like a threadbare clue, an unraveling fate

Torn apart, deserted, and blown away like autumn leaves
A fragile form, lost, without a say, a whispered reprieve