The fifth horn sounded when I woke up that
morning
It lead to so many things
I did not know I would be here tonight
Sitting where I am sitting, think about what I thinking
It 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 same
I 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 it
To walk my path
I must find it first
Bringing it back, to the tears on the console
12:10
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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.
