I’m a stranger in this land by Dennis Williams

Dmytro Kormylets

I’m a stranger in this land 

I’m a stranger 

A stranger in this land

I’m where my neighbors think I’m sick

My relatives are distant 

And we never seem to meet

No one called me Mister 

I’m regarded as a tramp

They passed me daily without even a smile

I think I’m a stranger 

A stranger in this land

How did I get here? 

Voluntary or by will

I try to remember

But the image won’t stand still

I think I’m a stranger 

A stranger in this land

My cousins are a few

Their gravestones are many

I think I’m a stranger 

A stranger in this land

I walked many miles 

A willing smile aboard

I want somewhere to shed

To shed this awesome load

But no one seems to care

 

I think I’m a stranger 

A stranger in this land

I called out my very name

But no one recognized it and 

That confirms that indeed I’m a stranger

A stranger in this land. 

© Dennis Williams

Dennis Williams

Dennis Williams is a writer and Poet from Rural St. Catherine, Jamaica. He is looking forward to a good “publish 25”.  Dennis is deeply grateful to all the editors of magazines and journals who saw his work, took the time to read and appreciate it, and then included it in their prestigious publications. He would like to give a big shout-out to the editors of Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Academy of the Heart and Mind, Literary Heist, Active Muse, Rundelania Magazine, and Literary Cocktail Magazine for helping him bring his dream to life.

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