THE UNKNOWN by Comfort A. Agyeman-Duah

Step into my world of the unknown

Where assumptions of your absence

Never swirls past your neck in your presence

 

Step into my world of the unknown

Where ideas are shut in a box branded as useless

where your best is ignored and yet assumed to be the worst

Your loud sounding voice is regarded as heardless

Your words heard as voiceless

Your sorrow and pains lost in far unreachable lands

 

Step into my world of the unknown

Where your existence in the present is locked away in the world of the forgotten

Many eyes will follow

But you’ll seem invisible

“Is there anyone by name Brown?”

“No, there is none of such around”

Your interest pinned on the wall of boredom inexplicable

They pretend to see doom

Even when you’re in the mood

Valueless is your help

Though they’re in deep hell

 

Step into my world of the unknown

where you’ll always view and never be viewed

Where you’ll always listen and never be listened to

You’ll always think and never be thought of

You’ll always hear and never be heard

You’ll be in need and none will pay heed

The day you’ll be needed is the day of no-other-option

 

Step into my world of the unknown

And you’ll find the world, though busy, as a totally silent zone.