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)
After the sun has set
And the birds have vanished, to places I can not see
I lay awake
Much too aware of my essence
That thing I try to avoid
That humanity that gives me much pain, and sometimes pleasure
I see it
A fire that does not burn, nor is red
I see my soul trying to connect
But these webs are much too wide
And your humanity prevents you from admitting the need
To be connected, once more
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee