CrisisA Poem by Alvin L. Kathembe
Mind still attuned
To the old and the new Twenty-one in a few Still looking for firm land in death’s marsh As the milestones pass by in this death march And keep passing by… Eyes to the sky Watching Time fly As I search for terra firma Grows the grip of Terror firmer As I begin to fear What I search for’s not here… Will somebody help? I’m searching for myself Latest of my family born - But not the first, nor last, Bourne For since the crack of Time’s dawn The same question’s been asked And echoes till Time’s dusk Through the eons, the cry: “Just who am I??” I’ll never stop chasing - Like Jason - There’s nowhere I’ll go not Sail the seven seas Till I find my golden fleece… © 2012 Alvin L. Kathembe |
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1 Review Added on October 4, 2012 Last Updated on October 4, 2012 AuthorAlvin L. KathembeNairobi, KenyaAboutI write for the mind...and if I touch your heart while I'm at it, I'll take it. more..Writing
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