ALWAYS THE STRANGER IN THIS LAND OF STRANGERS

The Stranger even in the land was born

That is said to be the land of The Stranger's

Nothing out of the ordinary

Thou the strangers looks could be said

Let a lot to be desired a challenge to

A plastic , who'd pass on such a challenge

There was just something about the stranger

That just peoples back up , that they averted

Their eye's , avoided eye contact

There seemed to be some kind of invisible barrier

That people kept their distance

The Stranger , though had hearing damage

The Stranger heard it clear said many times

When they did think The Stranger could not hear

What self proclaimed friends rely thought of The Stranger

'' Sooner you find out what he wont's the sooner we'll be rid ''

The Stranger could read faces like books especially between

The lines

The Stranger saw all heard all at least The Stranger know where

The Stranger stood and The Stranger stood alone

The agoraphobia was where The Stranger was at

So The Stranger walked on alone

Ken D Williams

The Dyslexic Writer




Poetry by ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-06-26 at 22:51

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