The Reason I Write
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
Kill the weeds of hate
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,
— Eddie Ombagi
(Its a poem I wrote for the UN International Day of Peace. How I wish the world would be a peaceful place)