Context: What happens when nothing you say helps?
The old disputes return to take the floor,
A heavy wheel that turns inside your mind.
You trace the fault lines, opening the door
To every bitter ghost we left behind.
I use my words to build a steady frame,
To map the logic, trying to make you hear,
But explanations fail to soothe the blame
Or pierce the sudden gravity of fear.
The panic peaks, the ancient doubts ignite,
And all my reasons falter in the air.
Nothing I say can set the record right
Or pull you from the shadows of despair.
Yet let the storm keep circling if it must,
And let the friction wear the canvas thin.
There is no rival claim, no shifting trust,
No other door where anyone steps in.
Through every broken night and bitter trace,
I am not moving from this chosen place.
The world can offer nothing that’s new,
There never was another choice but you.
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