Hide And Seek Of The Soul

Poem By Ben Bump

I caught you drifting again.
Staring one thousand yards, looking for yourself.
I search as well, but you don't want to be found.

Lying somewhere in the poppy fields,
you stand only long enough to choose a new hiding spot.
The sun sets on us now, and you don't know the way back.

The darkness came, and I didn't stop looking.
By the time that I found you it was too late.
We both became lost, playing hide and seek of the soul.

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