Pending

Hold!
I keep being told
by the voices in my head.
I try to fight,
but get torn instead.

Pause!
For no cause and no reason,
to the grave of thought I head.
If only the thoughts were dead.

Pending
are the waves of thought
in an ocean of stillness.
They break on the shore
on the infinite end.

Suspend!
Hold that thought
between the paper and the pen.
Pretend a grasp of the fleeting word.
No matter how silly it seems or absurd.

Hold!
I keep being told
by the demons in my head.


Sherif El Herraoui
Cairo- March 2016