I find self in perpetual motion
Drowning in a sea of expectation
Drip by drop to a shallow stop
Suffocating in an ocean of commotion
I find soul in need of revival
Wasting away craving an uprisal
Slip by a sliver of deliverance
Crawling by the gates of appraisal
I find spirit in a senior home
Wondering with a heart of stone
Flip and flop close by the weary top
Communing in Rome all alone
I find peace in constant turmoil
Wallowing under a sky of spoil
In and out of the narrow route
Ploughing in toil over the crimson soil
I like this short poem of yours. Nice work!
Thanks mate! I enjoyed writing it!