Treasure Island

nicholas boateng


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

Submitted: Friday, February 04, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, June 05, 2012
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