anticipatory grief
- em aluise
- Apr 17, 2023
- 1 min read
how does one feel so unfamiliar
yet still invoke an old feeling
misinformed
misguided
should i have seen this coming?
i refuse to be sickly
you can't trick me emma
not again
pacing my room
staring blankly at the wall
how have i become so detached?
the push and pull
i think i understand
i can't take up your space
it’s true
you are the product of your own self-taught prophecy
educated yet not brilliant
blissfully unaware
self-righteous
do you wish to sing songs of innocence?
is that your sign?
pardon me, my dear…
but can’t you see?
-e.i.a
04/17/2023
I am Carrotpaint's number one fan! Love this poem.
The best poem ever! We all know people like that, and yes, they are blissfully unaware.