Few of my million daily thoughts, stories, and poems survive the battles in my head and make it to this blog.
Help me give them a louder voice.
(All poems are written by me, you can call me Zee)
Do you feel it?
The changing wind
The chill in the air
The quietness that lingers here
Late nights alone
Feeling that no one cares
Do you feel it
The emptiness that’s always there
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee