This is ground zero, try standing still, The earth begins to shake, an eerie thrill. Ashes and sparks dance at my feet, Each breath intense, each heartbeat a feat. Walls collapse, but I don’t flinch, Chaos compounds, inch by inch. Fingers trace cracks, finding their way, Marking the lost and the ones that strayed. I’m the epicenter, tearing apart, Breaking the noise with a grounded heart. What is, what was, and what will be All spirals inward, back to me. Smoke rolls thick with silent truth, Shadows echo the ghosts of youth. Every aftershock hums low in my chest, I rebuild trust where ruins rest. Search the rubble for what remains, Not every scar was born of pain. Gravity pulls, but I don’t fold, In fractured ground, my roots hold. I’m the epicenter, calm in the flame, Not chasing praise, not playing the game. Unmoved by the current, loud and blind, I stand tall in the test of time.
