Nameless, A Poem

When feelings do not have a name, 

What do they become?

As much as I try, I plead to take away their 

Importance in my Mind. My life.

But They exist alone.

Entirely. On. Their. Own. 

Uncontainable. 

They do not need me to confirm or deny their existence. 

They simply float

and lurk 

Wherever I look. In every which direction, 

Left Right 

Up

Down 

I’ll let them be because if I don’t, they will only

Grow until They engulf me up in nameless flames.