The Rocking Chair

Just a quickie...

I shiver at the touch

Of a hand long gone cold,

As I sit and rock

In my memories of old.

 

The hand of fear

Constantly by my side,

As I sit and rock

No escape, I tried.

 

The rocking chair creaks

The rocking chair groans,

My cushion leaks

The sound of her moans.

 

One day, I say

I will leave this chair

Escape my world

And my self reflecting stare.

 

Until that day I am bound

To sit and rock

To sit and rock

To sit and rock…

 

Reviews

[Hannah Monttkomepy]

This is very nicely written. I enjoyed it =D

[Charles D. Moorer]

Nicely done. I have to wonder what the real prison is, the chair or the mind.