It tells me I did wrong, not
enough times, not right am
I. Like a bell it rings strong, clever
and bright, it must always
be right. It protects like
a knight, always checking
again and again, no
gates left
unguarded. It warns of
death each time it's not
done right. It uses its sheild;
strong, silver and seemless
security. It
keeps me away from
those who care, think
they care:
those not right.
My knight knocks them knowingly
each time they fight, my knight
wards them away always
armed, guarding the gates.
Yet they persist.
With their rebellion rightous to them–
not I and my knight–
they approach the gates so
unorderly, rightfully wrong, great
passion they hold. Deranged
and ******
not I and my knight–
why must they still fight?
This time though, it’s not right–
with torches alight,
they got past my knight!
The gates burn down. Affectionate,
alarming, my knight pulls me back
to shield me from what I see
of gates gone:
serentity.
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 1:44 PM UTC
It tells me I did wrong, not
enough times, not right am
I. Like a bell it rings strong, clever
and bright, it must always
be right. It protects like
a knight, always checking
again and again, no
gates left
unguarded. It warns of
death each time it's not
done right. It uses its sheild;
strong, silver and seemless
security. It
keeps me away from
those who care, think
they care:
those not right.
My knight knocks them knowingly
each time they fight, my knight
wards them away always
armed, guarding the gates.
Yet they persist.
With their rebellion rightous to them–
not I and my knight–
they approach the gates so
unorderly, rightfully wrong, great
passion they hold. Deranged
and ******
not I and my knight–
why must they still fight?
This time though, it’s not right–
with torches alight,
they got past my knight!
The gates burn down. Affectionate,
alarming, my knight pulls me back
to shield me from what I see
of gates gone:
serentity.
This poem is a portrayal of someone's experience with OCD (Obsessive-Compulsion Disorder) and beginning treatment.
