This persistent
nagging feeling
that I cannot explain
or fully understand
is maddening –
an intangible sense
with no way to know
if I’m accurate
or not
(yet)
with no empirical evidence
or specific details
to point to,
only a deep distress
inside
that something
isn’t
right.
I acknowledge
I could be incorrect,
but somewhere
in the shadows
there is a disconnect.
Something
incongruous
exists
even if I cannot identify it.
I don’t know
what it is;
I just know
something
is wrong.