Jogging the Mind

Hello all,

I took a 1-week hiatus because my OCD got the better of me. Here is a poem that I think is flawed. I am uploading this poem in direct opposition to the OCD that won the battle from last week. We will see who will win the war. Let me know what you think, if you decide to read it.

All the best,

JCO

Anxious Enthrallment 
I am a thrall to my own fall,
Echoes of an internal ghetto
Spoken in falsetto and false too
Are bounding the walls, confounding
My weary self into a dreary day dream
Destined for destruction without abruption;
Like these circular lines and ineffectual rhymes,
I resign to the flow, unable to sew sanity
From faux vanity, until my own humanity 
Is absorbed in disgruntled profanity
And the inanity of my life;
The repetition of this cognition 
Kills me, especially because, unpoetically,
This admission is unworthy of submission—
Lame lines lacking all time and metered rhyme,
And my poor mind is so unkind it won’t unwind;
These pathetic poetics keep these frenetic
Thoughts domestic, echoed in my own ghetto.