Organized Chaos

Among stacks of dead trees.

Gracing every surface.

Lay pages of diaries.

Revealing molted skins in which I’ve lived;

only to shed once outgrown

Creature-filled capsules of past time.

Buried sporadically in corners of closets.

Hibernating indefinitely;

until needs call for rediscovery

Monsters of memories reside beneath the mattress.

Cohabitant with socks gone rogue.

Waiting for nightfall to make themselves known;

wishing for better places to go.

Yet, though these clutters

make their living haunting my mind.

There is not one thing among them

I cannot find.

" "

Because though it is chaos, the chaos is mine.

[1] (https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/8jqiuu/singularity/dz20gaa/)

[2] (https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/8jreyp/first_poem_ever/dz1zsn1/)