Dear Sun, you are my dictator of Existence. You respect not the state of my depressed soul that feeds off the comfort of my small dark room. You command positivity. Uninvited, you force your way through the thick and heavy curtains of my soul. Your beaming rays thaw the ice block around my frozen heart that blocks its indulgence with existence. My blood travels once again through my fragile veins. I have strength to face existence for one more day.
Nekoye Ommeh.
Nekoye Ommeh Poems 