Journal of a Spaced-Out Brain -poetry-

Disaster

Dread! I turned the tap to pour water for my morning coffee and NO WATER! Why does disaster always fall on a weekend? Suddenly the loss of my jack-of-all-trades brother-in-law to liver cancer hit me on a purely material level. What mistake was made? The list is never-ending. Poking the water pump's relay I discovered it was frozen shut. I opened it. I checked the water and it flowed! I don't know why. I don't know why it didn't before. There're too many things I just don't know except I need to make an appointment with a professional.

No water for my coffee.
A death in the family.
Mistakes born of ignorance.
The fear of failure, again.