Poems from Zakiwih
Oh, what ground we stand on.
Oh, this terrace of collision and space.
Where is it that we call anew?
Where do we turn?
Facing old is...
I am here
Everyday
Why?
I don't feel happy
I feel bored.
I don't feel awoke
I feel sleepy.
Why isn't learning fun?
Why is it dull?...
Words twist and fumble
Through your mind
Can't find the right word
Or the right line
You sit, you stare, you breakdown in worry
As if the...