I knew.

I knew.

A Poem by Annabee90

I knew. 
I knew in the way that you wake in the night in a cold sweat, knowing you had forgotten something from the day before, desperately searching the crevices of your mind, tearing down the walls you carefully constructed, clutching at straws. 
I knew with the same ice cold feeling that slips down your throat and settles in the pit of your stomach, 
I knew from the raised hairs on my arms and the shiver which slowly spread down my spine, 
I knew in the way that you know you are being followed, without so much as a glance behind, 
I knew from the song lyrics that jolted me back to a previous life, teasing my memory with the flat blade of a knife, 
I knew because I recognized those little tell tale signs, the racing of my heartbeat, and the fear left in my eyes. 
I knew though no one told me, their eyes said it all, I knew in the whistle of the wind that night, and the agonizing ring of the phone call. 
I knew long before the phone even rang, I knew from the light in the sky, I knew from the flicker of the television set, and the way my mind kept demanding why. 
I knew when I cut my finger, put it down to being tired, yet the sharp, salty sting, was a message, a warning shot being fired. 
I knew when sleep would not come even after I closed my eyes, my body lay exhausted, yet my mind was fully wired. 
I knew when the book I resorted to, seemed written entirely about me, I knew from the way the kettle spat out boiling water, when I crept downstairs to make tea.
I knew with unwelcome certainty that my worst fears were soon to be true, 
and what makes it all the worse, is that I know you knew it too.

© 2017 Annabee90


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Very detail oriented, we all seem to get to this point of our lives in one way of another, enjoyed reading!

Posted 7 Years Ago


Thank you Lua, I am glad you understood the poem and enjoyed it x

Posted 7 Years Ago


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this is so raw and painful, a subtle, almost willed denial of the known sorrow to come

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Annabee90
Annabee90

Redondo Beach, CA



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26 years old and counting... From the UK but a couple of months ago I moved to LA - USA for my boyfriend's work. Which is a big adventure in itself! I used to be a primary school teacher in the UK.. more..

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