Our Hiding Place...

we have a hiding place
it is not dark

it is the outside that is
dim

there is a circular fence
an aqueduct for a door

you know where to find me
when they think i am gone

you do not not have to go there
because you do not love me

we have a hiding place
and we do not speak about it

it is lonely there
but that is all that we've got

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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