These are My Walls

These are my walls

Built out of anticipations

Of those calls that didn’t ring

Of timeframes that are limiting

Of promises that turned into nothing

Of boundaries ever separating

Of interdits so bent on controlling

This tired heart’s in danger of breaking.

So, these are my walls

As high as the sky

Impenetrable like a fortress

Built out of your empty promises

Don’t cross, don’t trespass 

I have been known 

To shoot on sight

Trespassers

And lovers alike.

By:

Zaie Hamzah

Mont Kiara

30th May 2018

Ode to The Warrior Queen

i. 

Let me stop you right there

While your words freeze mid sentence

I am for whom legends are written

The one you love and adore

But never understand

Why I do what I do when I do

Then walk away to the distant shore

My bleeding heart leaves a trail in the sand. 

Let me stop you right there

While you speak of love so lame

My whole being cringes with shame

At the earnestness you try to feign

In your eyes so false, in your words so obtuse

For I am a child borne out of the storm  

I will neither be contained nor restrained 

Within these confines of an excuse 

Of a love you’ve called grand.

Let me stop you right there

While your words freeze midair.

ii.

Come sit here by me, my child. 

Tonight I will sing a song long forgotten

About a prisoner held in the dungeons

Straining against the unyielding chains 

That tried to hold her back and down

To turn her soul into their creeds

And make her one of their own

Little did they know it’s all in vain

For she required little and had no needs 

For either a throne or a bejewelled crown

‘Cos she was born a warrior queen

Invincible by day, slaying dragons

Melancholy by night, fighting demons

And everything else in between

And the chains came down

Crashing, crashing. 

By:

Zaie Hamzah

Mont Kiara

19th May 2019

Voices in My Head III

Would you still love me

If you saw my scars 

From those battles of love

That I fought in and lost?

Would you shrink away 

If I showed you my heart

With veins held together

By stitch upon stitch?

Would you love me less

If you knew my soul

Has deeply loved those 

Who don’t deserve it?

Would you judge me

For all the wrong moves

And favourite mistakes

So hushed on my tongue

But deafening in my mind?

Or would you

Pick up the pieces 

Scattered behind my smile

And patch up my dreams 

And hold them out to me

On a silver platter and say

‘But I wouldn’t want you any other way.’

By:

Zaie Hamzah

Mont Kiara

3rd May 2019