Living Poem by Eric Mwenda

Seek me not
in cells of celibacy
where heat is cold
and the basic nature of man
is termed a sin

Seek me not
in alpes of sheepdom
following another behind another,
destiny not in sight
but faith got eyes, they say

Seek not ghost in my wake,
the perfect blackmail
to draw i into fold
seek not to tow me
crying and sighing under weighed conscience

Seek not shadows in my past
for i they can not trace,
this is a moving world, i move along
breathing aint living, but presence,
and i want to live
i will live