Upon My Door

OCD - Obsessive Compulsive Thoughts

In silence, they wait upon my door

In smockings dark, my mates galore

Pinched bosoms, bearers of bad milk

She-devils clad in the blackest silk

 

They rode me all of yesterday

Dragging me like a dog on a sleigh

Shrieking at me, if I dare not play

A liar they brand me, as I pray

 

Savoring my sobs, my bluest fears

They taste the terror in my tears

I’m beaten of soul, before the dawn

A hollow hump, I’m spent at morn

 

Horror and angst, they shop for me

Laughing fiends on wicked sprees

No dearth of cash in their purses

They return with bags full of curses

 

Dancing with these foes for so long

Has yet not made me very strong

I shiver still at what they’ll bring

Which painful dirge, they’ll come to sing

 

The day shall trot, the mares will neigh

My sanctum breached in every way

To their tune I’ll waltz, forevermore

In silence, they wait upon my door

 

Author's Note

You can't crush the foe...Only waltz with it...

Reviews

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An excellent poem, Pestonjee. I know of some people who have this same affliction. It devastates with its continued presence and it's ability to rise up viciously at any moment. As you wrote, its a neverending dance where the music never runs out of tune. You have described the affliction in your own words extremely well. I am sure your tap shoes are well worn and in their element. Fine writing.

[AJNJ]

Indeed, now I’m a veteran dancer and an expert with my moves. Thank you very much sir Picasso.

[Dave Brown]

I feel for you
any kind of mind games are too difficult to deal with and a simple bandaid doesn't come close
I often wonder if anyone gets through life without a problem
No doubt a rare individual
Hopefully, that cyclone will blow them all away from the front door

[AJNJ]

The cyclone is keeping everyone indoors, so less transmission of the virus for this week. That’s a plus. :)

OCD is horrid indeed. I can safely say it’s a nightmare. Neverending kind. It does make the survivors mentally tougher though. And for that I’m grateful.

Thanks for the kind and understanding words on this poem, my friend.

[Chris Shaw]

This condition, must be so very difficult to live with. Anyone who has to deal with this certainly has my sympathies. When I was younger whenever I left home I thought I had gone out and left the windows open, or the door unlocked. For a while I would keep going back to double check. Fortunately, this was short lived but to have to deal with this day in and day on a much bigger scale must be horrendous. Keep dancing Pestonjee and keep smiling. Good that it isn't dictating your life for you. A great piece of descriptive rhyme and meter.

Chris

[AJNJ]

OCD in its worst form is a 24X7 thing. These are intrusive thoughts and the mental rituals that go with it. It can be devastating for a child. I had many years of hell before I could reach this haven where I sit now, my friend. Never found a cure. Just a way to co-exist with the thoughts and to deal with them. It never totally goes away.
Thank you so much for such a kind and understanding review, Ms. Chris. I’m so glad to have your thoughts on this!

[Chris Shaw]

Pleased dear man you have learned to live with those thoughts. Can:t be easy.

[Ana Papaya]

Yikes. So good! Very well inked.
Keep dancing!

[AJNJ]

Thank you very much, Ms. Ana!

[Ana Papaya]

Anytime my friend

[Neville]

whilst we all have our own individual cross to bear.. I certainly dont envy you, or anyone else that experiences distressing symptoms of this often grossly misunderstood of clinical conditions...

well inked if I may be so bold sir

Neville

[AJNJ]

It runs in the family. Dad had it too. Thankfully, it began in my teens so I got onto it early and now at 28 I’m on top of it almost all days. Almost is the key word. There are bad days as in every other chronic issue. Yet, most days, I’m king :)
Thank you a ton, my friend, for understanding where this comes from. It means much.

[Neville]

You are more than welcome..