I'm still here, bro.
But OCD never leaves, yo-
Life goes on, though.
Body parts you don't need?
I can sell an arm...
It's a haiku. Deal with it.
We wandered far and wide looking for something new-
We thought that we had already done everything there was to do.
We sauntered through forests of doubt and confusion
But our conflict was just an illusion.
We came back home to reach the conclusion
That our little hovel had plenty for me and you.
The first poem I have published. About not being thankful-count your blessings!
— The End —