human

experiencing something like that
i don't think there's a word for it
or a feeling for it
it doesn't roll off my tongue
there's no taste for it
it just sits there and makes u feel
but what is it in the start?
beginning? middle?
does it ever end?
a fear that is unequable, unmatchable
unfair in its own right
a sense so deeply rooted into nurture
a thought so provoked by mother
the fact that we are separated
released by separate ideas, memories
nobody is here with u
nobody is all of you or i
we clothe our bodies in darkness
we wash ourselves with individual despair
and the most frightening thing of it all
is that we possess ourselves
and, for that, there is no exorcism