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?
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee