I'm convinced: One day it won't be a show,
but all I want now is to be reassured that one day
I'll quit this hole.
Give me hope, whenever
I'm stuck in here.
The beautiful place of my childhood,
where we'd never had plans
for longer than a year.
Pathways I've only been familiar with at day,
but some time the wood's darkness,
I've been swallowed by, finally
forced us to get lost
astray.
© in 2014
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