This is a décima for this week, as well as for FOWC: Ensconced. The word look has to be in the C rhyme spot. I really like the form but am finding these difficult lately, hence the fact that I am posting this on the last day.
What is to come will not be known
Although plenty of people try.
Sometimes predictions make you cry,
As pain inside has only grown.
Has Hope’s dear presence never shone?
If you’ve forgotten, take a look
again, inside, and in some nook
Ensconced, you’ll find a truth that lives
Despite dystopian missives:
Love survives, whatever life took.