Contamination: of My Mind

Corrupt words shake the ocean of my sleep- Since childhood words have infected my mind, and the endless winds of time roll and creep; I carry scars- my spirit and soul twined, my mind a ravaged garden deep. And in my decay I weep; will peace, I find? Those unkind words are chains of heavy lead- A mind ruined is like a church defiled, oh, the tarnished shadows of time I dread; I will not sail across the sky exiled, I will find a new path to tread. Destroying poison said; my thinking wild! And I will bloom a beautiful flower- I swear, never will this girl's heart be cold, my wounds will bring me strength and power; I will leave those bloody stains of old, and pure- I will stand a tower. Oh peace will flow each hour; leaving words told . . . . _________________________ April 4, 2018 Poetry/Rhyme/Contamination: Of My Mind Copyright Protected, ID 18-1010-114-01 All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym, Written for the contest, Contamination sponsor, Kai Michael Newmann Ninth Place