unease,
it sits at the back of my tongue,
it's spilling into my throat,
unease, unease,
it constantly chokes me,
even in my wildest dreams,
unease, unease, unease,
I can't ever shake the feeling,
that one of something cold and bile staining my tongue,
unease, unease, unease, unease,
it's all I've ever known,
and it'll forever continue to stain my tongue
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Author:
GRJ (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this on my way to see my grandparents. I felt uneasy about seeing my grandpa because he\\\'s currently dying, and I was scared to see how much different he would be from my last memory of him (it wasn\\\'t so bad, and he\\\'s not much different. But it\\\'s still sad to see him like this.)
- Category: Sad
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