poetry

cutting the strings attached to echoes

echoes blaring over the mountaintops. and down through the valleys. from every which way. calling my name. to some distance lands. pulling on my heart strings. yet i’m tired of being a puppet. in everyone else’s show. starting to feel my age. upon this crumbling stage. i’ve rocked these masses. without a mask. unapologetically rambling, my lyrical demise. and for these words… i will not apologize. for i’ve walked thousands of miles. to places i’ll never see again. but i’m still smiling. cutting the strings, attached to my past. for today is my day. that i’m not afraid… to meet halfway.
-Joshua Ryan Stewart

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