Unknown

The first poem I ever published online...

They assume mystical and unknown quantities

A touch of the hidden cloaks them

Obscuring them from the daylight of normality

Fingers furtively reach into the darkness

Like a blind man leading the blind

A deafening cacophony of Chinese whispers

We gaze wide eyed into the impenetrable

As if amateur stargazers looking into outer space

Seeking, prodding, poking and peering

We seek to find about them we do not know

Ranting and raving about this unknown fantastic

An unquantifiable episode with no end

If you are confused what in the end we seek

Do not ask me for i do not know

For I am the man who is blind

The first voice of those Chinese Whispers

Subscribe to Michael Muttiah's Digital Desk

Don’t miss out on the latest issues. Sign up now to get access to the library of members-only issues.
jamie@example.com
Subscribe