The Demon of My Mind
Inspire by my OCD
In a dark and gloomy place in the back of my mind is a door that leads to a cellar.
I hear continuous scratching at the door and on the dirt floor. I know the source of the noise. It frightens me to think about it. It’s been there a long time and won’t go away. It’s an insidious, evil thing… a demon. It has one thing on its mind. To be released.
Sometimes, it’s scratching and clawing is intense, invading my mind and making it difficult to concentrate on anything else. Sometimes, its efforts to be released are quieter. Still allowing me to think, but always trying to claw it’s way out. It’s persistent, always clawing and scratching. Desperately trying to be free. God, how it wants out! I tremble at
the thought of it being released. The terror it could cause!