Day Fourteen – Fog

A siren
loudly calling

is lost in a haze
of the mind.

It benders a little,
falters and fades away.

Melancholy etches into
the bleakness

and the desolation
of what once was

continues
its broken path,

spirit falling,
growing dimmer

but the horn
patiently continues,

its objective
to break free,

and guide the light,
never resting.

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