Twisting Soul

Lips parched,

Heart sullen,

Soul uncalm,

Mind lost;

Standing, sitting,

Twisting, turning,

Raging, burning,

Grieving, broken.

Right and wrong

Intertwined?

All is a blur,

An unstable blur.

Thousands marching,

From every street.

Chants growing louder,

All for you, Egypt.

Gripped

By fear and anxiety,

By indecisiveness,

And confusion.

They’re all sure

Of their demands;

But I’m not.

I’m lost.

Hope and worry,

Love and hate

All mingle

With bits of indifference;

All coursing through me,

All at once;

As a dam opens

Before a river.

Right and wrong

Blurred around me,

Inside me.

I shake and shiver.

I long for a guiding beam

To spring from the clouds,

To clear my head and heart,

To ease my mind and soul.