The Reason I Write


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I write to raise my voice,

            to warm my freezing thoughts-

Tend my forest of dreams,

            stifled by the weeds of hate-

Look after my garden of desires,

            strangled by ropes of time-

Water my pot of perpetual hope,

            scorched by the hot sun of fate.

I write to restore my love,

            of a world gone crazy,
            maddened by the hearts of men-

Replenish my hopes,

            of an existence that lacks meaning-
            a being that is of no essence.

Cut the ropes of time

            and triumph

Kill the weeds of hate

            and grow

Cool the sun of fate

            and live to fight another day.

I write since I can't talk,

            I remain silent
            in my darkened room of hope.

I write since I can't share,

            I clench my fist
            in my island of optimism.

I write since I can't love,

            I blind my feelings
            in this universe filled with hate.

I write since am alive

            breathing in my space,

In a world that knows no limits,

            no bounds.

— Eddie Ombagi

(Its a poem I wrote for the UN International Day of Peace. How I wish the world would be a peaceful place)

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