Sometimes I think
That I am completely alone
Sometimes I think
I'm still a long way from home
.
Sometimes I think
That this life ain't just worth it
Sometimes I think
About all those little what-ifs
.
But then I look at my brother
Smiling, fighting by my side
I recall Bobby, Cas, my father
Family to give a guiding light
.
I feel for the Impala's soft purr
My companion in years ahead
Getting us to our destinations
Providing a roof over our head
.
I think about the lives I saved
Faces living to see another day
And our adventurous journey
Monsters I ganked and slayed
.
I think about all the mistakes
And all the lying and the pain
How we won against all stakes
How it all made us wiser then
.
And well...I know then, and I finally realise
I don't wanna change anything in this life
And I carry on, saying hey, maybe it's just
That sometimes, I simply think too much.
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To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)
PoesíaSupernatural poems that I write when all the: -massive emotional damage -overwhelming crack -severe obsession -rare inspiration -demon possessing me is too much to handle. 50% feels, 50% crack, 100% trash. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here! ××× ...
