Zach Broniszewski Poet Free verse

Weary Soul

We bruise and break our weary bones

in search of faithful guidance

supplied by mere tales;

Concise,

yet forever without answer.

So when you find me

as awake as ocean waves in the night,

I will be stumbling and crashing

into the barriers of my mind

looking as I am now;

For perhaps an attempt of poetic escape.

And when my bones are found charred

by the morning light,

I will assume you know why;

My soul is not prepared

to be consumed with good will

when this ink suggests substance that condemns.

So if you are willing to share the spoils of a war against oneself

and carry a new burden,

I shall thank you with this very pen,

but my only righteous path

will always have been parted with Despair,

and my bones will always be breaking.

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