I cannot fend with all this noise,
No longer can I read between,
The lines are laced with deafening haste,
Where the silence should be tending grace.
I stare into an empty space escaping things to see,
My racing mind takes solace,
In the dark abyss that it may be,
I'll stay here for a little while
And wait for that deep breath,
To mend my fractured, sunken smile
And soothe my soul with thoughts instead.
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