RockingA Poem by Kristin LeeA ghost extracts revenge...In a dark and morbid room All alone I sit Nestled in the comfortable arms Of my mothers old rocking chair Back and forth I sway Lost in the rhythmic sound. Driven to the edge of compulsion By the hypnotic noise, I rock Back and forth Back and forth Obliviously spiraling into man made darkness The sound pulls me further and further Away from reality. But behold. This trance like state Has suddenly found me freezing cold; Dear God this dream has been deceiving I MUST WAKE UP! Here, in the dark She’ll bring me to justice I feel Mother’s icy hands wrapped around my throat Vessels of murder Poised to drag me to Hell This is the price she’s deemed me to pay For poisoning her wine. In a dark and morbid room A chair stands alone Rocking In the ice cold air. © 2013 Kristin LeeAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on May 27, 2013 Last Updated on May 30, 2013 Tags: ghosts, rocking chair, mothers, murder, hell AuthorKristin LeePortland, ORAboutI write with a no holds barred attitude, wielding my pen like a dagger to carve tales of fiction entwined with hard and bitter truths. My work generates bold, sometimes dark and devious stories that .. more..Writing
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