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)
Then I scream
DON’T OVER THINK IT!
It’s just a dream
An empty thought that found its place
Refusing to let go of me
Ideas dying to be told, but I’m surrounded by deaf ears
So I scream
After all, no one will hear
The deafening silence within
(Poet’s often die unheard)
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee