Thoughts I Can’t Escape

A poem featuring some of my endless thoughts when my OCD and anxiety were worst.

Am I walking too fast?

I’m walking too fast

Slow down

That book is off-center

I stop. Leave it be. I walk.

It’s off-center. I backtrack. Leave it be. I walk

My glass is empty

I’m thirsty

Should I fill it?

I’ll wait till I get up

But I’m thirsty

Then fill it


Laura’s talking while I’m tracing door frames

Counting window panes

Typing in my head

The tips of my fingers twitching with every imaginary stroke

Windows down or air on?

Windows down or air on?


Author: Arsenio Franklin

Writer & depressed house husband.

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