Abigail Aldinger
A thought so forceful and intrusive It collides with my skull, Playing music that my ears don’t want to hear. An inexplicable thought, A stranger in disguise Who fools around with my mind, Choosing different corners to inhabit. A thought that comes whenever it pleases, Despite being an unwanted visitor, And an overstayed guest. Maybe I have been consumed, And am living in the belly of a beast I will never be able to identify.
This is a short poem about intrusive thoughts, which are a by-product of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.