Maha Moustafa

Rookie (12-4-1995 / Alexandria, Egypt)

Anti-Clock Wise ~ * - Poem by Maha Moustafa

My day is anti nature
My feelings are unstable, my mode is variable
I hold so much sorrow that pops as crazy laughter
I’m trying to focus, yet I’m way distracted
I have no patience
I want to go out
I feel eager for feeling free
I want to study
But I can’t see a word
I want to sleep, yet my conscience is hurting
I want to scream, yell and cry
The only thought that’s stuck is you
I’m violently mad at everything
But when I go to bed
Read my poems, remember your words and hear your echo
I sleep as a baby calmed from pain
But two hours later, that’s my record
I wake again, wanting you more
I open a book, I see your lines
The weather is colder at night
Just how I feel away from you
I feel the fear roaming around
I remember you my dear
I stay up all night, I tend to sleep all day
I want to be alone, I don’t feel home
I run to my diary
I write a new piece
When I write I feel comfort
As if you read
Sometimes I miss you, otherwise I don’t
Because your spirit never leaves
Nobody values my sanity
I accepted being odd, I’m living anti-clock wise
I reckon that was something
You like about me

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 10, 2010

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