Jul 20, 2019
2 min read
The Weight of Our Souls
— a free verse poem
Churning water wheel, turning my spirit in cyclic waves
I am bound to the rhythm, spine pressed to rock.
It is with great burden I have come this way.
I am sitting under a bridge. The gentle lapping of a stream
passing melancholic at my feet as I write, useless words I write.
What can unleash, break free the…
