The Lighthouse

Creator of Mystery

We travel day in and day out

Our only guide a simple light

It may be our only hope

Yet others hurt the hope

Now that the hope is broken

no one remains to fix it

and now 

All of the lights broken

and no light left to shine upon them

  • Author: Creator of Mystery (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 30th, 2026 00:05
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 9
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  • sorenbarrett

    My first thought the sun, next light is associated with God, then truth and then I thought they all are kind of broke by the ozone layer and weather change, by modern scientific disbelief, by changing values and new scientific discoveries. Makes sense. Nicely done



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