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OCD
Memory… The
lasso with which we capture the past Like
a silver meander of a slugs trail The
rosary of time tied together Like
a mist of thoughts forming a cloud The
ocd mind, like a jumbled poem Full
of mental leaps and jumps Like
tiny fireflies forever leaping Into
a brightly lit lantern of thoughts Minutes
turn into long highways Compelling
compulsions rule with iron claw They
grip the worn litany of memories And
turn them round in continual axis Hoarding
fear in the attic of a mind Ocd
memories spin around relentlessly Scattering
their suffocating leaves Like small untamed thrashing birds
Published in OCD-UK Magazine Copyright
2009
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