I’m thinking about posting a poem every Tuesday. I’ve got it on my task list, so we’ll see. 🙂 If any of you reading this would enjoy that, maybe put that on the Facebook post or email me at john@ichthusmhk.org…
Anyway, here’s another poem about OCD, along with the original post describing this in my life and also this one from last week. I told you it was a frequent theme.
Don’t read the rest of this paragraph if you don’t want the key/”twist” of the poem given to you before you read it. (I, for one, need all the help I can get when I’m reading someone’s poem, but some of y’all like to try to figure these things out.) Anyway, I mentioned something to someone about having “three letters” connected with my life (O-C-D) and then the thought came to me of them being three actual letters, like the kind you get in the mail.
So that’s this one! I thought it was sorta clever haha.
I haven’t been loving the poor quality of my screen shots, so I’m going to see if this looks any better.
MY DEVILISH PEN PAL
I found three letters in my tent
none of them were sweet and light
and I have so many questions
‘bout and with this edge of night
the first was like a bomb
shooting flames of fear and guilt
demanding that I give account
demanding that I will
the second was a sequel
like unto the fore
and this one called for action
lest I never feel secure
the third was more a summ’ry
and a judgment of malaise
and I s’pose even a hinge of hope
if a lens would change my ways
these letters like this cosmos sphere
stab my heel and beat my mind
must I read them ‘til the dawning day
I s’pose I must unless I’m blind