OCD

By: Kevin Ren

By my king’s decree,

I seek to flee.

The future, 

Known.

The moment,

Sewn.

Delivering wrong,

Never right.

Beastly as Kong,

Impervious to night.

Pride for you,

I have none.

Only somber,

Never fun.

Work with me.

Let us be,

A shared he,

Knee to knee.