It's always there, lurking, awaiting,
Those dark clouds on the horizon,
That constant and nagging hating,
That load that doesn't lighten.
That's what they write about,
Hoping that thus the pain won't worsen.
What we try to shout aloud,
Empty hopes of shredding the burden.
Is that all that everyone can do?
To scream at the empty void,
To sing those neverending blues,
To give up, mark yourself destroyed.
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Scattered Ponderings
PoetryA single note, it reads *Remember to write something profound here* (cover credit is to @adnali - if anyone's reading this, check out her stuff, it's so good) (spn & fandom is marked in title)
