Eddie Ombagi

 

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
                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 I am alive
                breathing in my space,
In a world that knows no limits,
                no bounds.
 

 Copyright 2012 Eddie Ombagi


 

Eddie Ombagi is a 22-year-old graduate of Languages and Literature from Moi University in Kenya. He was waylaid by a beautiful and bewitching maiden that is the arts and spoken word and literally kidnapped to the world yonder. A world not before seen by man or beast. A world whose very existence depends on him, thus his journey home is very unlikely.

His writings are an attempt to introduce to this world his impressions of the yonder.