OHAD (An Ode To OCD/ADHD)

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Wayward Motions

Thoughts drip drop

A single word loses shape

I reach into the well

But it's drier than a desert plain

I search the horizon of my cerebral cortex

Two...Four...Six...

But the word is pale, faded and forgotten

Much like the tale of Lucius of Hadrian

Thoughts drip drop

I've moved on

Said a little eulogy to the dearly departed

Ah! But here I go again!

It's an endless roundabout of irrecoverable

terms

Two...Four...Six...

Evenly spared and yet oddly marred 

I've followed the yellow brick road 

It led to a hollow and broken abode

Two...Four...Six...

Images flicker half-formed and half remembered 

Such as the memories of a dream upon waking are dismembered

Thoughts drip drop

I've now held on too long

to the possibilities of recall

The possibilities are infinite

Two...Four...Six...

I dare not retrace my neural steps

How dare I look back

Two hours trapped

Four excuses 

Six seconds to hold my breath

Rinse and repeat for optimal performance!

Thoughts drip drop

A single word loses shape

I reach into the well

But it's drier than a desert plain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I was diagnosed with OCD and A.D.D. or what is commonly known as ADHD, as a kid. I've never spoken aloud about this at jobs or schooling, etc. Like most people who go through life dealing with the ups and downs, you just...live. Have I had my fair share of frustrations, absolutely... everyone suffers from something at some point. This poem is simply an ode to the fun little symptoms I've dealt with and carried all of my life. Perhaps, someone else who reads this can relate. This is for you, too.

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Hello..

Hello. I came upon your poem by chance. I'm glad I did. You sound like the type of person who knows how to make lemonade from lemons. Orange, you? If you concentrate, I think you can. Thanks for posting. Take care.