To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)

The Verdict

I'm not guilty

Why should I be?

I know I ain't sinless

But I ain't that bad, maybe

But when I think about it

About how I dragged Sam

With me to be damned

He could've been happy

Could've done life nicely

Or how I left Jo to die

By her own bloody hand

I think I can understand

They could've had a life

For they were only kids

But I put them through strife

Hunters have to grow quick

All the things I had to do

And the things I never did

I didn't have any choice

But it makes me feel like shit

And all those people I killed

All the people I can't save

How dare I even say I'm okay

When I'm digging their graves?

And even worse, what I did

Is to break my brother's trust

I got a long list to pay for

Maybe this is simply just

For me to go down and die

In the way of the vengeful

They say an eye for an eye

It's the punishment to rule

And even if I make it through this

And got away from death scot-free

All this weighing guilt I hide inside

Will still truly be the death of me.