This fear is too big for my body.

It is dark, and it hums.

Although I imagine, when the time comes

My ribs will shake, and pleading tears

Will not be my salvation

But still the fear will be a planet

My feet have only had the honor

To stand on.

And I cannot claim to own this sadness

It, perhaps, even gave birth to me

Sculpted me with something like a mother’s fingers

That will melt as I cling to them

And it will fill up my mouth when I have

Nothing to say; no breath to stutter out

A song about the unfairness of it all

No one there to listen, anyway

There never was.

That in the deepest, infuriating

And universal sense

Is Solitude.

Too big for me

I can hardly even

Choke on it