I wish I never knew.
Knowing too much is pain.
It’s history.
It’s jealousy.
It’s sadness, and judgement,
And regret.
If I never knew,
I’d never feel these feelings.
Feelings I know are unfair to feel.
Knowing is fear.
It’s walls, and apprehension,
The tentative embrace.
Knowing is expecting the worst,
And predicting the ending.
It’s the knowledge,
The sad, sad knowledge,
The unbearable knowledge,
Of the things we shouldn’t see.
The things we don’t want to see.
Knowing is inadequacy,
Knowing is eternal torture.
Knowing is the mistake.
It’s the curse.
Knowing is the death of all beginnings.
I wish I never knew.
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About the Creator
Gary Ragnarsson
Deep thinker, stoic, and writer from the UK, sharing everything from philosophical insights to my most intimate, personal stories.
In a world consumed by chasing more, I’m over here embracing less on purpose.
Comments (4)
Poignant realism. This is an exceptional piece.
Knowledge can be an Achilles heel for sure
Profound piece 😉❤️💯
Bravo! This is sublime and hits on some real hard truths! Loved it, every single damn line is well chosen and placed!