A PRISONER OF HOPE
When all our hope seems guttered
When we fail leaning on our fragile selfs
When everybody and anybody seems to to be an alien
Where we seem to be in isolation whiles in the crowd.
How weird it feels. Like a nightmare that cannot be comprehended.
How did the captain become a passenger
where in space did he lose his paddle?
Estrange he has become innately.
Amid all this gloom and grim
All this hopeless and restlessness
All this wrestling for power among the trinity
A light shines and
A missive is sent feebly
Hope, hope, hope and hope
The element that sustains wrecked ships
The ingredient that spurs on blind dreams
It makes today bearable and tomorrow touchable.
For the past to be conquered
The present to be steered infallibly
Make visible the invisible the captain must steer the wheel
As a prisoner of hope
poet: KOFI BOATENG
(GHANA INSTITUTE OF JOURNALISM)