Disorder: With A Wink To William Blake

OCD’s not my personal bugaboo, it just worked for this poem for NaPoWriMo.

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Disorder

Pillows, pillows, teal and red,
Against the headboard of the bed,
How in heaven’s name can I
Keep you in lasting symmetry?

Early morn I cross the gloom
Of our most imperfect room.
Such disorder and such a mess,
What could be worse in my distress?

Each time I see you on the floor
The knife twists in my heart some more.
I must place you as you were before,
Your symmetry I must restore!

Why this tension? Why this pain?
In what furnace was my brain?
Will I always feel this grasp?
Will I e’er my terrors clasp?

When cerebral engines slip their gears,
When neuron flickers spark my fears,
And this imbalance  leads to tears,
Does it really have to be?
Can’t it be cured with therapy?

Pillows, pillows, teal and red,
Against the headboard of the bed,
How in heaven’s name can I
Keep you in lasting symmetry?