Her eyes pulled me into
a darkened hall way -- They call
the game "Blind man's bluff",
where one wears a blind fold
and the others escape their grasp
in a narrow hallway,
no lights, no sound all except
the shuffling of feet.
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She often wore the blindfold,
and when her turn came,
no matter how many times we played
I couldn't evade her.
She'd wrap her arms around me and
say Gotcha!
And for an instant, I would be right
where and what I most desired to be.
Her prisoner.
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The game -- my fear of the dark
and the feelings I had for her
all scary, all beyond my
understanding.
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I was 10, she was 12. In the
light of day I'd die inside when
she smiled and long to play the
game again and again.
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Thanks for reading! - Sam
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
Comments (12)
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I just noticed when I arrived to the end that I was holding my breath back. So beautiful and bewitching. Well deserved top story!💜
So eerie, yet enrapturing at the same time! Congrats on Top Story!
This holds an innocent wanting, and so many feelings. Sam, your poetry has only gotten to me more and more!
This is beautiful, Sam. Congrats on the TS.
A sweet poem about a childhood crush and the thrilling game of Blind Man’s Bluff—nostalgically charming!
The imagery ...is beautiful how you describe it and your emotions too. I held on to every word
This game sounds fun, but also kinda scary!
Wonderful words, although I think the image looks a bit scary
That sounds like such a fun game!
Beautifully-written Sam! 🌸
Nicely written Sam. You have a gift for poetry!