What now? What now?
Don't let it be this again.
I'd lifted the weight from my brow.
Forgotten that we're broken men.
What now? What now?
I can feel it crawling back.
The thoughts and troubles foul,
Of what we have and what we lack.
What now? What now?
At my mind they knock.
I'd moved, on, made myself a vow,
But they're breaking through the lock.
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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)
