Alien Poem by David N. Munene

In an unfamiliar grounds one is grounded
When naturally you are talkative,
Now you are by newness surrounded
You feel that vocal cords are inactive
Silent is all you are when talking
Everyone is past you walking
You are not there when you are there
Only your shadow is to you so near
That is if the light is kind enough to be here
You are an alien and no one will of you hear

You are usually aglow and you know
You began to grow and later to glow
Now all that shine feels unable to flow
The vivo that so fast shows is now so slow
This unfamiliar grounds are dungeons
You hate the incarceration but fear lingers on
The birds that are melodious are now legions
They make noises so deafening; you want them gone

I'd rather listen to the ugly croaky crows
At least with them we share unfamiliar similarities
And just like these crows, you seek not charities
They speak a language you know and hear
You can't understand these topics due to fear
The aspect that has borne a short-lived phobia
One that can only be termed as human-phobia
An alien to all; even to the global sun

The atmosphere has a firm grip on your conscious
You tend to be Roman, but of this Rome you are vicious
Usually are wanted and with others,
Abnormally, you are unwanted and on you loneliness gathers
You are heartless, for none is to you heartfelt
It's like on you love is so deceitful
This love that as believers you shared
To the mouthpiece of the annointed one you stared
So full you were, that a face of welcome you wore
Immediately the summon was gone, so did the wind your face blow
Unknown to no one, you aren't known to anyone