This thing

This thing

This, this thing that affects me,
it is surrounding and binds me.
This, it is not mine to even own,
my eyes, it's shape is never shown.
It is heavy and burdensome to hold,
of it, this thing I was never told.

How to prepare ones self to defend,
against this thing with no start or end.
One can't set up defences ahead,
without a warning being yelled or said.

This, this thing that provokes me,
poking and pushing thoughts blindly.
It is disturbing the silence of things,
the thoughts calmness no longer sings.
This, this thing that affects me,
it's surrounding and binding me.