The Lighthouse

My foundation rests on the unknown,

Curiosity crashing against the briny banks

Stability adrift in opposite direction.

I am the sole savior that stands between a hundred lost,

And solid ground.


I guide vessels to and fro


wet wood washing,

Weary faces weeping,

Cloth sails, and drowning hopes.


Asleep I lay during the day


Until sundown,

When purpose becomes pivotal

Using sources of strength to save


I am a solitary structure.

Doomed to watch others set sail,

Never able

to best the unknown,

For my purpose is to prevent;

Carry from

Conflicting waves


Comforting shores.

Will I ever bear witness to

A sight

Other than the raging currents

Culling in the dark?

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