The Rocking Chair
As I lay here
Awakened by the rocking chair
Creak
Creak
Creak
Creak
I breathe shallow and perk my ear to the ghostly squeak
You see I know of no rocking chair
Only the winds
The winds
The winds
Too frozen to speak
Am I alone or am I not
Do I cry
Do I cry
Do I cry
Do I shriek
No no I am fine
It's only the wind
And the rocking chair in my mind
Copyright © Angie Mills | Year Posted 2015
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