candles know and worn tires show
exactly what it is that players dread
it’s the loose thread, that when pulled
unravels all my self-assured travels
that have led me to this gavel pound
of a confidence blowout
my control, gutted out
a confidence blowout
i had it figured out
i am in this ocean
ripples of fear
waves of doubt
pools of shame
i am in this lightning
flashes of guilt
peals of silence
blinding pain
i am in this avalanche
icy sharp tongues
a cold burst of rejection
and i can’t play this game…
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