Empty blue man on the desert, Whom all hearts have rejected He walks alone bathing with dirt, Such a life he never expect No tree can he get shade, No water from the cascade No hope for his escape, In the darkness for decade If you are part of his worry, He will find you and say sorry But when he finds you guilty, Just accept human frailty He loves all, all loves him not He loves not, that loves him much When he trust you, you disappoint him He still trust you, you donβt believe him Sadness in the river, drowned in it a day Crying all over, how can he repay Empty blue man on desert, Cleans all his tears
BY: SAMUEL FOSU SARPONG
It seems all is well now, but it wasn't during the time this poem was written. April, 2015