Zeki Majed Poet Prose

Semper Fideles

I’m a victim of this life.

cursed by God, a poisoned mind
perhaps if I lacked the sight,
at peace I’d be, for beauty blinds.

I, a violent child.

Waterfalls, song, paintings and poem.
Mountains, thunder, this world and beyond it.

Heaven and hell, angels that fell
I stand among them, seeking their hell
for I am now cursed, cursed to be breathing,
so I make sure, I burn as I’m fleeting.

I, so, very tired

have lost all control.
I write what I feel, not what I hope.
For I am now stranded, on one lonely boat,
the storm it is rising, let’s hope I can float.

I, in search for divine
drink their poison, sweet as wine.

For the waves they calm through time.

Like a drop of rain would take a dive
in shallow ponds and thinks it’s climbed,
the sky to sink in oceans,
we grew to feast in lies

and now so pretty, red roses
ignorance is wise.

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