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 don’t 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
