“Let’s play hide and seek!” He exclaimed,
I nodded, willing to play such a childish game
A mere snicker slipped through reluctant lips
“Count to one hundred…” His voice grew farther
I counted, “...ninety-nine, one-hundred.”
I looked for you, in every obvious hollowed tree,
Under piles of stacked leaves
I looked for you near river banks,
I looked for you near mountain caves
I looked for you near home base
I looked for you near the cemetery gate
I looked for you for hours,
No where to be found
I looked for you until the sun settled down
“Okay! I give up!” I hollered
I expected you to jump out,
Your hiding spot revealed,
But instead... I heard only the whistles of owls
The fiddles of crickets and flapping of wings
“Where are you?” I whispered,
Yet nothing breathed back, just an eerie silent laugh
About the Creator
Sibley Shamra
Poetry is simply diction strung together as I see fit.
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Heartfelt and relatable
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The symbolism in this is palpable and emotionally moving. Great job with the building suspense here.