STORY UNTOLD

I see a manwandering the earth from one corner to the other. 
He is drenched in abject misery with eyes as red as a wench’s blood

He wears no sandals
and flies are feasting on his leg wounds.
His ankle is cracked;
and within those cracks, a story begs to be told.

I see a man
Baptized in pure agony
Petrified by the sight of all other men.
He says nothing to any man;
His eyes blink more than the flapping of a tsetse fly’s wings
and his lips are drier than bread.
His clothes are tattered and torn;
but they contained a story yet to be told.

I see a man,
made ugly and sinister by experience and life.
A man with nothing in his heart;
I doubt he has any at all.
He moves from one location to another
Searching for something; something important.
As to what it is, I can’t tell.
‘Hello sir, how do you do?’ I asked.
He looked at me surprised, and replied, ‘how do you do son?’
That said he smiled his way into death
taking with him the story untold.

 

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Author: Kofi Dzogbewu

Writing. Books. Poetry. Creativity

4 thoughts on “STORY UNTOLD”

  1. Very true dear. And the irony of it all is that we are not likely to find what we are looking for before time runs out on us.

    Thank you for taking the time to read this piece.

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