Windmills Of My Mind Poem by Roxanne Dubarry

Echoes of windmills swirling around in my mind.
Whispering thoughts to me which are most unclear.
Taunting me in my thoughts by day,
and in my dreams at night.
Pestering me the instance I turn off all of the
lights.

Windmills of my mind robbing me of my
peaceful mind.I am being held as captive
as I could possibly be.
Was there no one out there who
cared enough to rescue me?
Why is there no one out there to liberate me!

Windmills of my mind robbing me of my peaceful serenity.
Plaguing me by threatening once more
to completely rob me of my fragile sanity.
Pictures and words which are not even
mind entering by controlling my mind.

Windmills swirling around in my head.
Making me to believe I would be better off dead.
Why should I suffer yet another day?
When thoughts of suicide remained
unto this very day?

But a brief ray of sunlight entered into my
life, as a young girl of aged nine,
Jesus Christ first entered into my life.
His shed blood did far more than wash
my sins away. He turned my darkest nights
into the brightest sunlight.