To Be In Motion

My hands are shaking 
There is no mistaking
That I am lost in the dark
I somehow ended up at this park
The swing set looks vaguely inviting  
And there is no use in fighting
My ever present notion to be in motion once more
For to be still is to be at war

Reviews

[Stefon Napier]

Yep. I knew I would like your style. The rhymes are simple but yet the poem still comes across as complex. This is good stuff. I like the way your writing comes out neatly.