Crisis

Crisis

A 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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Commenting on my first read...it's nice, how you play with words

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Alvin L. Kathembe
Alvin L. Kathembe

Nairobi, Kenya



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