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A poem I wrote about OCD


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I asked you to protect me,

You shrouded me in your wings,

You pointed to a safe place,

And I gathered all my things.

Down the path I followed,

Trembling and unsure,

The raven called my name,

Clouds above us waged a war.

You promised we were near,

Just a few more steps ahead,

I trust your icy grip,

To wake me from the dead.

And every road we reach,

I remember from before,

We walk the path a thousand times,

And then a thousand more.

I wished you'd take me home,

Back where things made sense,

But now the trees engulf us,

A rigid, jagged fence.

You are my wicked guide,

The only one I've ever known,

But to ever make it out alive,

I need to walk alone.

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Excellent work. Have you ever entered a competition? The deadline for the annual one by the National Poetry Society is October 31st. http://npc.poetrysociety.org.uk/

I've been writing poetry on the train to and from work for a few weeks now. I'm mostly fine at the office, with the help of methylphenidate, but journeys are the worst times for me because I've nothing productive to focus on. Wonderful form of distraction, as any creative activity is, and therapeutic. My poems so far have mostly been about non-dual philosophy as that's where I get my comfort, personally (hence the username). But I've started doing one about OCD. Got a bunch of lines and ideas so far, just got to structure them. If I finish and think others might enjoy reading it, I might share mine too.

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