i leave the lamp on

next to my bed

i turn

music on

the lamp and music are my lighthouse 

there is no body to see

no body to call

lighthouse, be my friend tonight

Published by Jim Wortham

As a teen, wanted to live from writing poetry. Wrote several books, selling nationally. Hung out with readers throughout the United States. My writing has been on back burner. Now dusting off my desk and have my pen in hand. Hope you enjoy some of what I write.

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