I remember the time,

my eyes were full

of this purest hope

I hardly remember

How it was

To believe

I deserved

To hope

But,

Day after day

When I feel

The morning

Spreading

Its light on me

Painting

My face

In a way

I don’t remember

In a way

I don’t recognize

It’s getting harder

To find a reason

Or even just a pretext

To hold on…