predilection for violence
You have become for me like a wisp of smoke,
Some intangible madness-
A thought…
A presence that I feel all around me and yet, cannot touch.
I try to reach out and you elude me-
And leave me pensive asking my many whys?
And when I rest, I finally find you,
And when I do…
I am lost.
For what is this that I sought?
The knowledge has left me maddened,
Unable to flee-
And I wish I had not sought to know.
-unpublished poem by Mary Kimani, dated 04 January 2003