Lost Mind's Labyrinth

In the depths of twilight's shroud it hides,

A lost mind, adrift on endless tides.

Once a beacon, a brilliant star so bright,

Now lost to the vast, eternal night.

A labyrinth of thoughts, a tangled maze,

Memories fading in a haunting haze.

The threads of reason slowly unwind,

In the fractured realm of the lost mind.

A symphony of chaos, a dance of dreams,

Where reality's current splits at the seams.

Forgotten faces, names that dissolve,

In the labyrinth's shadows, the lost mind revolves.

Innocence stolen, like a thief in the night,

Leaving behind a fractured, fragile sight.

Yet still, in this darkness, a flicker remains,

A glimmer of hope, a spark in the chains.

For within this chaos, beauty can be found,

In the fragments of thoughts, in the lost mind's sound.

A canvas for artistry, where colors entwine,

In the abstract expanse of the lost mind.

So let us be gentle, kind, and aware,

For the lost mind's journey is one of despair.

But in that abyss, we may also find grace,

A chance to connect, to embrace, to erase.

The lost mind may wander, but it can be led,

To moments of clarity, where the soul can be fed.

In patience and love, we may one day find,

A path to restore the lost mind.