P.C. Walker
Okay! Come out! I’m tired of playing games I hate.
Each night’s a blindfold tied around my blind future.
Layered nights of hide and seek find me growing weak,
Appointing you the champ by elimination.
Grazing the desert to find masticated hope,
I know you hide with the surplus I am seeking.
Do you enjoy this game, which feeds my doubting fear?
Do you know it leaves me agonizingly lost?
Diminish my fearful doubt with a shout from you.
I will follow the voice to you. Or surprise me.
Jump from the camouflage that has stolen my trust,
Claiming your title: “Champion of Hide & Seek.”