Noise
A quiet madness blooms
to the rhythm of restless thoughts,
unraveling a vast uncertainty
my mind cannot comprehend.
It whispers through the hollow spaces,
soft as breath, yet sharp as truth—
a lingering fracture in my being
I cannot seem to soothe.
And in its shadow, I remain,
half-known even to myself,
aching for a silence
that never truly comes.
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