mad mind

the corners of my thoughts, fragments lie, Broken pieces of my own mad mind. Like shattered glass, they glisten and shine, A reflection of the chaos and rewind. Through the chaos in my twisted dreams, They wander, lost in unseen streams. Each fragment a puzzle, a story untold, Unveiling secrets, in whispers, they unfold. Some are memories of long-lost days, Fading colors, hidden within the haze. tales of laughter, echoes of tears, A collage of emotions, these pieces adhere. Others are fears that haunt the night, Anxiety lurking, ready to take flight. They cling to the edges, a constant intrusion, In a fractured world, seeking a fusion. But among the chaos, a glimmer sparks, Hopeful fragments, igniting the dark. Their vibrant hues, a star in the night A symphony of beauty, a dance of light. With tender hands, I try to rearrange, To mend the fragments, to find a change. Each piece intertwining, embracing its place, Rebuilding a mind, with love and grace. For within the broken lies a strength untamed, A resilience tested and never maimed. The fragments, they speak of battles won, A reminder that healing has only just begun. So here I stand, with shattered mind's desire, Piecing together a pu