poetry

moments of a heartbeat…

for the times that be
i bleed
pleading beyond 
these dead trees
that may make
my heart and soul
visible to know
but these pages
are burning to ashes
and i don’t want to be
a memory
to the moments
i want to live
for i know
what it feels like
to be forgotten
a walking corpse
within a heartbeat
that should be a voice
instead of an echo
-joshua ryan stewart

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