Ever since I could remember
I’ve been a member and yet a number
Left to fate of odd identity
With a soul hardened against the trinity
None calls on me on family meeting
Year after year time keeps fleeting
I, born into a world of singularity
Happiness hardly a shared plurality
All ears reject the sound of my voice
As the sense I speak become mere noise
Living a life with no hearer
A pain that server the word sharer
I know the pain of being lonely
As I share my thoughts solely
My situation is a woeful gravity
As it hollows me into a deadly cavity
©Paa A. Boateng
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