Halfway

you ride a boat
now you are at the middle
of the sea
the land at both sides
seem far

halfway is a malady.
impatient sometimes
you think
you'd like to sink
and be gone for good

the lighthouse blinks
to help
now there is only darkness
throughout

the sea murmurs
fish glisten in the water below

you let the night pass
as you begin to count the stars

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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