Try

Besides those swishing sounds
of the flimsy creaky swings
and the odd bird chirping
as if mocking my misery
I screamed in a voice
that wasn't quite mine
forgetting how to walk,
I ran, jumped and danced
inelegant and ungainly
not very proud of myself
but as you swagger by
here goes another try 

Of dreams and fears

Of late I've been
dreaming much too less,
thinking about life ,
but the endless strife
is where I digress,
and flee the scene

my conscience is a dog,
gnashing and drooling
to scare them away,
but they are here to stay.
who am I fooling,
with this stupid slog?