I know you

I know you

I know you completely

 

You can't hide from me

You can't run from the truth I know

You can't reflect my knowledge of you

You can't escape me

 

I know your every move

Before you even make it.

I know your every thought

Before you even think it.

 

I know your stories

Of grief and depression

Of sadness and sorrow

Of love lost and lost love

Of abandonment and hatred

Of all your horrid life that you remember

I know.

 

I know your fantasies

Of love and marriage

Of closeness and happiness

Of long-life and health

Of control and power

Of life after death and death after life

Of all your dreams that you ever have known about

I know.

 

I know what you have done in your past

Of drugs and murder

Of gangs and violence

Of near-death and death itself

Of abuse and abandonment

Of life in the ghetto and survival

Of all your horrid deeds and sights you had

I know.

 

I know you

I know you completely

Author's Note

This is part 3 of this poem. I might continue but this is it for now. Please be honest in your critiquing

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

There is a story that unfolds in this knowing... one who is revealed and a life that is made open for all to see. There is the pain, the fear, the loss, as well as love and happy dreams that come to light and make us long to know as well. Powerful write.

[Arthur Crow]

A deep sense of knowing rising to the surface, the voice here is strong and eloquent. Very well expressed.

[Marcybee]

It's kinda creepy, this one. Someone watching you, knowing every thought, passion, lust, and idea that you have...The format is awsome, and prose covers so many aspects of life. I like it.

-your,
Marcybee