Undone By Gps
I stand in a corner
with a flickering soul
reminiscent of a sentinel
standing apt in a full armor suit,
now rusting at the seams,
Like an abandoned lighthouse
on a deserted isle
with a whirling glowing eye
scouring the choppy water
for the lost souls
amid gathering fog
and a foreboding storm.
No sirens of the sea
have sung in recent times
to lure those lost at sea
to their rocky coast.
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