Whispers of the Soul

OCD

The Loop

Round and round, the thoughts collide,
A carousel spinning, nowhere to hide.
An endless loop, a haunting refrain,
A dance of despair, a cycle of pain.

The clock ticks loud, each second a chain,
Binding my mind to this labyrinth of strain.
Fingers tap rhythms, a beat in my chest,
Compulsions arise, demanding their quest.

What if, what then, the questions invade,
A storm in my head, a relentless cascade.
Each thought leads to another, a tangled design,
A web of obsession that blurs every line.

I walk through the day, but I'm caught in the snare,
With echoes of worries that float in the air.
They whisper and taunt, "You must check once more,
Double the locks, and just one thing before."

In the mirror, reflections of shadows I see,
The weight of the loop, an anchor on me.
Time slips through fingers, like sand in an hourglass,
As I chase after shadows that flicker and pass.

In the quiet of night, when the world is at rest,
The loop tightens further, a relentless quest.
Counting the stars, or the breaths that I take,
Each number a tether, each sigh a mistake.

But what lies beyond this repetitive fight?
A flicker of hope, a spark in the night.
If I close my eyes, can I dream of release?
From the loop that confines, to a moment of peace.

Yet here in the loop, I'll stumble and crawl,
Learning to rise, and sometimes to fall.
For every round taken, there's strength to be found,
In the heart of the chaos, I'll stand on the ground.

So I'll dance with the shadows, embrace all the fears,
Each turn of the loop brings both struggles and tears.
In this never-ending cycle, I seek to be free,
And perhaps in the looping, I'll find more of me.