"What now?'"

Still can't believe,
  and the rage is building.

No sane person will accept it.

You brought me here,
  it was in the back of your mind.

You thought I would go along.

Holding the shovel in my hands,
  trying not to break it or swing.

Then,
  you ask.

"What now?'

Dig.

Dig deep.

Toss you the shovel,
  and I wonder.

Deep enough for two?

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~ well, i'm still buried in the cavity created by my most precious one... desperately trying to get us both out... so i hear your poetic voice loud and clear, monsieur jon...