the unworld...

my spirit my soul
my body
recoils rebels revolts
at even the thought
at the slightest thought
of it becoming reality
our reality
my spirit is sickened
my heart weeps and bleeds
my mind cannot grasp it
cannot touch it
cannot see or feel
any part of it
let alone
embrace it
live it
as real
it is a world “un”real
in every sense of the word
in every sense of the world
of this world and the
world of what was and the
world of what would have been
the unworld where nightmares
become sanctuary
life without living
the only way i know
and now
now
the unworld of
what is
         the world
      without
      you