OCD: The Never-Ending Cycle

A quiet whisper in the mind,

But loud enough to break the spine.

“Just one more time,” it calls, a cruel refrain,

A silent scream, an endless chain.

The urge to repeat, to set things right,

Consumes the day, haunts the night.

Each action feels like it will save,

But the weight of it makes you feel enslaved.

Anxiety floods like a violent wave,

Drowning every breath you try to save.

The heart races, hands shake with fear,

Trapped in a storm that no one can hear.

You try to resist, but it’s all in vain,

A battle you fight, but it’s always the same.

Cursed with this need to make it clean,

To fix the broken, to erase the unseen.

Feeling trapped in a mind that won’t let go,

The feeling of being stuck, drowning slow.

Evasive thoughts, they twist and bend,

Loneliness is a constant, no means to an end.

You search for release, for just a small breath,

But each repetition only brings more depth.

For that moment, you feel a fleeting peace,

But it’s gone as fast as the storm’s release.

The relief never lasts; it’s never enough,

You’re left with the ache, the pain so tough.

Chasing the calm that slips through your grasp,

Unable to break free, caught in the clasp.

One more time, the mind demands,

A never-ending cycle that understands,

The torment, the torture, the silent cry,

And the loneliness you can’t deny.

You are a prisoner, shackled by thought,

A soul searching for peace that can’t be bought.

OCD, a war within the mind,

Where silence and calm are hard to find.