Nadir
Tabled all my thoughts to keep them empty
Walked alone to make the voices die
Never thought pebbles would make waves that crested over all the sunlight
and brought my hopes down with the colors of the sky
Nothing there to balance what is spinning
I cannot let the phantoms gain control
My pulse quickens as the chaos starts to envelope all the silence
Can't make the pieces come together as a whole
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