Rocking ChairA Poem by John B. BollingFeelings turn to voices Archaic noises An old house with creaking floors Heart that longs to retire A quashed desire Broken windows and locked doors Fear turns into panic Dire and manic From rattling pipes faucets pour Insanity can kill Ashen windowsill A knotted rope with one last chore Last thoughts unfurled Rope is uncurled Rocking chair crashes to the floor
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3 Reviews Added on December 29, 2008 Last Updated on February 11, 2010 Tags: Dark, somber, downtrodden, mischievous AuthorJohn B. BollingLong Island, NYAboutForever walking the fine line between self-preservation and self-destruction. more..Writing
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