As the rocking chair creaks,
I lie awake in bed,
with images of ghosts,
dancing in my head.
Why is the rocking chair moving?
Who or what is in the chair?
Rocking all night long,
without a single care.
2 thoughts on “Fear Filled Fridays (5/18/2018): The Rocking Chair”
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Love a rockin rocking chair or horse. It’s never just the wind. 😀
Never is.