Treasure Island

Siegfried OheneSidza

(Kumasi- Ghana)

Unknown To Be Known


Joy entered whiles pain knocked,
Peace ruled as shame bowed,
Rejoicing in the heart was the
rest found in the bosom where he lived,
Pleasantries of the aged grows
in the dark so cold in an ice age.
The glimpsing desire of the young flows
in the light so hot in the sun's ray.

Regardless the state of his delusive mind;
his heart healed the scars of fear.
Uncertain in his ways but determined to
break the wall of limitation at a distance.
Incest he might be known,
Prejudice he could be called
but greatly he will be remembered;
that was the state of his heart.

Submitted: Thursday, May 02, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013

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