Unrest.

Home alone with all
these thoughts,
Dancing around like jabbering
robots,

No one talking, no way to
vent this thing,
Shivering, shaking, don't like
the song they sing,

Holding on tight to the
reigns of life,
Reaching out to avoid
that strife,

Get it out, get it away, breathing
hard,
Fighting to see just one more
day,

Which way to the track
now?
Which way back, and
how?

Desperately yearning, not
choosing to give in,
That face, those eyes, that
strength deep within...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
10/14/2012