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)
I wondered who he was
As I passed his broken car
As I witnessed his blood freed from his body
And the army sounding from afar
Was he a bomber, choosing to die?
Was he a fool that did not check his car?
Then I ran,
Late for my midterm exam
And till this day, I can’t remember for the life of me if I passed the test
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee