A Disturbed Mind

A movie done.

A holiday.

It’s yet too early.

Nothing to do

Nothing to share


A disturbed mind.

Thoughts running

From here and there.

No place to hide

No chance to weep.

Everything’s foggy.

You’ve got nothing left


A disturbed mind.

What do you do?

What do I do?

She’s all out there.

Having the time of her life

On her own.

Will you chase?

Will you rather give up?

What will you do?

With questions all around

All you have that remains


A disturbed mind.

Is there a trick?

Is pleasing others enough?

Do you have any other


For being?

Do you live?

Or do you sleep?

When all that seems

To cling to you

Is nothing but

A disturbed


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