alan brown

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Obsessive Compulsive Disorder - Poem by alan brown

I sit here alone and wait
for someone to open
the old yard gate.
I hear a creak
and a clicking latch.
Has someone opened
the gate at last.

I sit here alone and wait
for someone to shut
the old yard gate.
I heard it creak
a while ago.
Bur did they close it
I do not know.

Should I go down and have a look.
Or should I wait and hope its shut
I heard the latch a while ago
as it went up
but did it go down
I just don't know.

I hear a knock upon my door
Did I clean the kitchen floor? .
I am sure I did
but was it clean
I hope my wife don't let them in.

Their voices come right up the stair
but who it is I just don't care
I want to be left to handle things
but my OCD won't let my brain.
I suffer in silence every day
and wash my hands eternally
This OCD has its hold on me
but I pray to god it will let me free.

About 120 in every 100,000 of the population suffer from OCD. This is a terrible and frighting affliction to suffer from, I only hope that it the future they can eradicate this debilating problem.
My heart and sole goes out to all sufferers.

Topic(s) of this poem: addiction

Form: Free Verse

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 22, 2018

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