The Haunted Poem by Eric Mwenda

It's where we escape from
the fear
that smothers the senses
Where we see the opening
and exit we do

It's the origin
we escape from,
the nagging wife
so annoying
very depressing
so we leave

but will be back

Where like snakes we shed
now beautiful and humble
then ugly and spiteful

then nothing
but the way out

where do seeds fall?
Can leaves escape the roots?
Migrate the tree:
roots or leaves
who survives?

Perhaps it's all we know
from whence
we cry we laugh
we hate or love
or shed with winter
and bloom with summer,
or feed to be fed
if not fed to feed

From whence,
we bless and curse,
where we truely belong

here..
We will leave a mark

or leave nothing