The Stranger Poem by Houda Boukassoula

I have never left the place
It let me down in the space
Without grasping my reluctance
It carried on moving at time pace
I was busy with remembrance
Trying to eternize the scene
Of myself with my soul mates
On the banks of the happiness
When I finally opened my eyes
And sensed the rhythm of the days
Of myself in this world I found no trace
People I used to know left in the race
Those I try to know are mere acquaintance
In my perception of the old place
Hardly blackouts can I embrace
Newly painted walls have little fragrance
Of the present let alone that of the past.