Eddie
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)