The Unnamed

The UNNAMED In droplet it falls but it isn’t rain It is well known, but you don’t call it fame If you’re constantly thinking about it, you won’t be sane It’s a thug of war that is not a game Wait, breathe then observe for it is not same Held bound but not by chains I’m not playing with words this is actually insane It comes without warning, yet somehow remains. It pulls at the heart and wrestles the brain, It lingers in silence, then rises again. You try to resist, but resistance is vain, You lose yourself searching for something to blame. I feel it, i know it, yet cannot explain This feeling, what is its name? 𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼, 𝓘𝓷𝓪