OCD

My pain and joy are entwined in a

spiral of devotion. Stricken

by sorrow, I seem too have miss

placed my emotions. For every time i come

close, too re-living a lost fate.

My mind takes over, and my soul turns irate.

I hold back as much, as my young

heart will allow, but in that moment

of weakness, I must submit and bow.

To a force that is far greater than

the will of one man.

It controls my thoughts and movement

of hand. I violently shake with

the magnitude of 10-ton blast,

Oh lord: I cry out how long will

this last. Relieve this burden that has

engulfed my soul, and restore the

peace that had once made me whole.

The fear reaches its pitch and my

pinnacle is in sight. Now all that

surrounds me has diminished with the

light. Alone again I knew this time would

come, the attack did its job and now

my soul is done.