Am going to try my best, to get it off my chest
Pen Relief, I will share my grief
And let you do the rest.
OCD is killing me, depression gets me down
Although I try to smile a bit, I end up with a frown.
My partner is in denial, so I’m sentenced without a trial
The judge says it will be grand, I say its out of hand.
No one listens to what I say
They hope tomorrow is a brighter day.
As bright as it gets, everyone forgets, that I wear a frown
I take all advice and so now I write it down.
The cures not there, the pain still aches
My family say “For Gods sakes”.
She says “ The problem is all inside your head”
I say “ No kidding, can I hear something else instead”.
I will write some more, it’s not a chore
It has made me somewhat better
Poetry is not for me, next time it may be a letter!!
PEN RELIEF 