Lost Mind

Lost mind,

runs hard,

in search

of peace.

Suddenly,

a voice calls,

it fumbles,

falls down.

Tries to hold,

it's lost breath,

pulls it up,

to stand again.

A support

it seeks,

no one cares,

not even one.

It begs to

the heart,

to hold

it's hand.

Heart excuses,

turns the face,

mind remains

still all alone.

Where to go,

what to do?

Endless questions

increase pain.

Yet it knows,

it has to run,

for there is

no one it's own.

It runs and

it does fast,

but destination,

seems yet far.

In search

of peace,

lost mind,

runs hard.

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Deepak