Mind

This piece I wrote quickly; within 2-3 minutes without revision. I apologize for any flaws in the poem itself.

Mind

It was the pinnacle of excellence,
the instrument of expression,
now its the burden that keeps one in depression,
this recession could never heal,
this damage won't repeal,
all one can do now is, with this problem, conceal,
and when the mind losses what's left,
there will be nothing but pain,
the kind that drives every human being insane.