poetry

i don’t need conquered…

my own exile from today’s reality. came at a cost. that my savage heart, can’t help but bleed. a beautiful kind of chaos. that my insanity needs. as i’m found on my knees. praying to a god, that doesn’t have to be yours. for my rogue soul, that can’t help but wander… aimlessly throughout my days. and within my so called absurdities, i don’t need conquered. i need a whole lot of love, to run wild with mine.
-Joshua Ryan Stewart

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