The fifth horn sounded when I woke up that
morningIt lead to so many things
I did not know I would be here tonight
Sitting where I am sitting, think about what I thinkingIt was a cycle
A repetition of things that had come before
Yet it was different, she felt different next to me
But it was all different yet the sameI am left with one more task, I return to me
I am left to find my resolve in my future
Regardless of who will join me
I must find my path and walk towards itTo walk my path
I must find it first
Bringing it back, to the tears on the console12:10

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Two Five Nine
PoetryA collection of poems , all written at midnight during the Covid-19 Pandemic. Streams of consciousness, ranging from all ends of the emotional spectrum.