Psycho-Analytics

And just when it seems

I’ve all topics

Exhausted

In detail,

At length

Have I talked of them

Lost in

My thoughts

Far more often

Than not

With the shocked

Interlocutor

Therapist blocked

Mentally

From me,

Minding the clock

As it sought

To conceal

What my gravest

Of weaknesses

Makes me reveal

What my deepest of secrets

Can’t keep

With a fealty

To what really feels

Is my truest

Admission

Of not quite contrition

But cuts nonetheless

Like the surgeon’s

Incision

To enter cerebral

Deficiencies

Fixed

By inoperable voices

Of whispered abyss

That a flick

Of the ficklest wrist

Swiftly snips

What I keep to myself

Like lobotomized bliss