Vanessa Kingsley - Knowing

A ferocious premonition is released within me.
I cower under its ominous message.
Certainly nothing good can come of this.
Certainly all will fall when fate decides to deal her hand.

I cannot be optimistic when the truth swims before my eyes.
When the reality of it churns in my stomach and makes me cry out in pain.
If able to, I would relinquish my hold on this feeling and indulge in the bliss of ignorance.

The privation of this poignant inevitability is harder to endure than any torture man could dish out upon his fellow brothers.
Incorrigible as it all is, maybe I am wrong.
Maybe this…feeling is nothing.

Then again…maybe it’s everything.

Vanessa Kingsley

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