Poetry

Chaotic

By: Hend Hamed Ezzeldin

I am bad, yes, I know.
Not that bad,
Though …
Sometimes I’m acceptable.
At times, I’m good ..
But at others, I’m imperious,
Intractable,
My actions could spark conflagrations,
And suddenly
Put them out.
I am faith,
But I’m also doubt.
Deep inside-out; mayhem,
It’s complicated.
I’m calm.
I’m dyspeptic.
The logic seems to run about.
Me – complete and broken,
At all junctures,
I am contrition, penitence.
I am drought.

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