The Slip


Inside my head
imagine small,
Lilliput like,
snakes and ladders,
webs and fear of their creators.

Quivering thoughts
thinking,
over thinking,
like someone's moved the furniture,
strange,
the feeling of
belonging gone.

Slipping on a thought
sliding into fear
on desolation row
where lifers mock
to join them,
I teeter.

Ruthless and restless,
persistence knocks,
hammers,
I have to sit it out,
then try
to snatch
my mind back.




Poetry by shells
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Written on 2016-06-03 at 01:12

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
You have described my day quite well here. I suffer from OCD so I can relate so well. The metaphor is a perfect one and you describe it so well.
2016-06-07


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes, snatch it back while they're not looking, those lifers and Liliputs—reclaim what's yours!

It's hard to put into words such feelings. You did it well, and understandably, and poetically.
2016-06-03


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I can't say that I understood this poem, but, as always, your ear is excellent.
2016-06-03