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)
There was a shift in consciousness
A change in view
The monster was a man
Holding a gun at you
You were the duck that landed
Trusting when you should’ve flew
Now you are back to your body
Not knowing what to do
Maybe I am the monster and the victim
Or just consciousness floating between bodies
Trying to find an answer
Must we to kill to eat and live to die?