Why It's Called a "Gut" Feeling

There's this feeling in the bottom of my stomach;
I can't explain it, it's just there.
I'm not sure when this pit formed, when this stone
began to grow. I just know it's there.
And it's magic:
turning my hope to dust;
burning my happiness to ash;
crumbling my peace like sand.
It's magic, the way this feeling churns inside me.
Like this unbearable, unbeatable dark
Nothingness
swirling around at the bottom of my stomach,
consuming everything good in life.
I'm not sure when this feeling arrived,
but now when I squint really hard,
I'm sure it has your face