Lost and Found
I’ve lost my mind and I can’t find it.
I don’t know where it has gone.
It’s gone missing before—even that one was a loan.
I think it has a mind of its own.
Maybe someone’s seen it roaming around trying to find a place where it belongs.
Maybe they took pity on me, turned it into lost and found.
On my way, with hope I pray, that I shall feel whole once again.
But to my dismay, I’m a minute too late, for they have closed for the day.
Another day feeling incomplete.
Just like that time before.
Only now I have wine to fill the hole that was once my mind.
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Posted Sep 12, 2022, 3:14 AM UTC
I think the first four sentences is a clever play on words. Does this also touch on alcoholism or am I going to deep? LOL. That is what it made me think about when I read the last sentence.
Yes, it does. Thanks for your response!