Five+Four
I tumble down the river of the nine.
Grasping desperately for any ground
Loosing everything I once called “mine”
And screaming desperately to just be found.
The tumble and the fall is what I fear
That all of this can slip away and fade
That all that this becomes is one long jeer,
And forgetting all that we could have made.
Longing for a brand new start to all this
To once again find five inside the nine
To know not of the four and what it missed
And find myself in all, except a line.
But what is nine without the whole of four?
As rivers lead to oceans we explore.
Dawn and Dusk 
I had to look up a lot of stuff because my mind doesn’t want to work at 7:30 am, but dang dude. The use of number symbols just adds that much meaning to the poem after reading it a few times. Good job!
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This is so beautifully written. Your use of imagery and diction really added to the overall message of the poem. Really great job! (I think this is Shakespearean)
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Because of the couplet at the end, I think this is a Shakespearean sonnet. While reading this poem, I constantly thought about 1984 with its use of numerical archetypes. I personally saw the four as being a man searching for perfection in life, (which is typically represented by five). Great post!
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Fascinating analysis of numerology through your sonnet.
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