Nov 03
poem challenge: CJP-Waiting


I'm sitting here with no socks on.
It's mundane.
I'm watching my father 
who is listening to Ozzy Osbourne
because it's that kind of day.
I disagree.
With music, there is organization,
there is rhythm .
With today, there is no organization,
no rhythm,
only chaos.
I wish that I could say 
I knew what was going to happen,
but I don't. 
I hate it. 
I can't reasure myself,
because there is no way to know what's going to happen.
Nobody knows what is going to happen. 
We all just have to wait.
Wait, and swear, and wait, and swear. 
I can only wait.