In The Hills
I come into my own land as a stranger
And among my very people like a visitor
Knowing no one and not known by everyone
I'm stared with searching eyes that struck my bone
All my friends are no more; no not here
A pain so strong alone my heart cannot bear
My home deserted by the highway, in total darkness
Grandma, beloved, sleeps last summer; such grievance
So much have changed in this once a beautiful place
In reminisce, could still be smelled, that sweet fragrance
The beacon I followed up here now out, turns
Words no more heard, and no more remembereth I her voice
poem by Nicholas Boateng
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
