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Cassandra Knew
IOI (7/4/1934 / Hebburn.Co Durham U.K)

Cassandra Knew

I’m waiting though impatiently
but don’t know what I’m waiting for.
A high state of expectancy.
I’ve often felt like this before.

I think I am a sensitive
who’s blessed or cursed with second sight.
I hope for something positive.

But I foresee a tragedy.
Something that is yet to be.

Heavy responsibility

Though I may know I cannot say
who would believe me anyway?

I sometimes wish that I was blind
to pictures forming in my mind
but now I have become resigned.

To waiting for the axe to fall
confirming fears which torture me.
Alas I have no choice at all
I cannot choose what I foresee.


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Comments (2)

Responsibility it is, but as you are responsible for this write, then I will say, 'Congratulations' I loved the read. You obviously have an insight into finding the right poem to pen. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
I always enjoy good poems about the mythical Cassandra. Some people mistakenly view her as a pessimist who always got it wrong, but actually her predictions were accurate. A good warning to people who only want to hear good news. You really captured the essence of the burden of always being right. Good poem.