Frederick Kwesi Great Agboletey

Hiding in the open

So far yet so near

memories come alive

dirt, dust and heat

narrow lanes

mosquito ridden nights

sadness and stupor

endless hours, endless days

long nights

sad eyes

lips that have forgotten smile

hunger and misery

hatred and pain

search, seek, in futility

congealing emotions

take shape and prod my mind

until I trod those paths

far from reality and the now-