ALWAYS THE STRANGER IN THIS LAND OF STRANGERS
The Stranger even in the land was bornThat 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
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Written on 2012-06-26 at 22:51
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