Monday 30 May 2016

OCD (1)

OCD (1)

Everything is magnified,
Molecules electrified,
In earth, in air, personified
As being something more.


And thought contests for speed of light,
No sound, a sudden inner sight
Compulsion to do what is right
Or what feels secure.


Whispers whirl to hurricanes
And dust becomes vast desert plains
All inside a mental game
To figure out the score.


By LJ. Copyright 2016

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