The Lonely Dark (of myself)

The Lonely Dark (of myself)
This poem is about what it’s like to be stuck in an OCD mind.

It’s so dark in here in the world of myself
the only movement a shadow of thought
i sit by my lonesome on a single wood chair
no control of the mind that i ought

Whispers of Grey they harass my ears
of white noise from the outside i crave
chaotic flood of pain swallows my soul
kicking and screaming deep into the cave

An echo of memory reverberates from the inside
a déjà vu moment so completely whole
a spark in a nerve sends a shudder throughout
relinquishing a moment of power and control

Copyright ©2009 Samuel Hansen

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