A Death To Worry (And Ocd) Poem by Jean Mallette

Alas, a life has been defiled-
A soul has lost its purity-
In dreams that gave a frightened child
The source of some security.
Accumulation filled the mind;
All value lay in things to hoard;
All hours died in thoughts confined
To treasures worshipped and adored.
And now to die a mental death
In worry over what's been buildt;
A body's weak and short of breath;
A mind is wretched with guilt.
But God, I come a second time
In search for love and peace of mind-
To seek a way to end this crime;
To end the dream a child designed.