Beacon

We know of a place where there’s an absence of light. Alluring so many. No virtuous beacon to guide bewildered ships, from certain destruction. The cries for aid exist but they go unheard of. Consumed by their own thoughts, pain is an open door to releasing sorrow. Deeper exploration leads to chatter filled minds and then motionless lips, ears can be supporting, prevention of loses. From this place of absence, light can be found again.