nicholas boateng


In The Hills - Poem by nicholas boateng

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

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 4, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 5, 2012


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