poetry

damp… 

​a strange feeling, for the unfortunate events that unfolded. where words lay to rest, and sorrows… scream from the heart. drowning out the sounds, of useless thoughts. going around and around. like the pointless hands, upon a clock. for time was never lost. nor were the moments that became memories. but the dreams, that died along the way. felt like tears, within the fabric of a soul. 

-joshua ryan stewart

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