Written by Emily Harstone | January 27, 2017
Alone, it held secrets never known.
Devoid of purpose, standing stubbornly still.
A lighthouse of time once was.
A beacon of hope in desolation.
Haven’t seen a boat in years.
In the wilderness, lighthouses grow dim.
She stood, consumed by the desolation
When the sea left, I died.
The sea brings back the light.
Only the lighthouse was left standing.
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Alone, it held secrets never known.
Devoid of purpose, standing stubbornly still.
A lighthouse of time once was.
A beacon of hope in desolation.
Haven’t seen a boat in years.
In the wilderness, lighthouses grow dim.
She stood, consumed by the desolation
When the sea left, I died.
The sea brings back the light.
Only the lighthouse was left standing.