What next?

by joetwo

As I sit here finished

Work done, completed

No more to write, no more to read

The weight on my shoulders, that crushing presence gone

That which I hated, resented

A massive presence, over bearing

Yet it filled a hole

And as I look at what I had done

A niggling presence fills the back if my mind

Edging into whatever joy I have at the accomplishment

What next?