Rocking chair

A shadow sits A glow emits Rocking back and Forth Rocking A creaking By the door In the corner It sits In the corner It fits The glow that Emits is burrowing heavier As the sun lets down As the sun shines down Shining with no crown Rocking back and forth Shadows Hit the door It does not notice It does not stop The world begins a plot Devils in angels cloaks Children with nowhere to go Agony and despair Lurking everywhere Not in a secret lair In your face In your Rocking chair Creaking The wood chips Eerie some would say But it simply fits The corner is where it Likes to remain Empty with Nothing to retain Rocking Back and forth Like it's chained To the door On the floor The wood below Splits and tears It's bare It's come undone Splinters hit and prickle Bleed like a whistle The sun sets The shadows turn Darkness emerges It gives into it's Simple urges Rocking faster Back and forth Rocking Rocking It knows nothing More Like a chore Or a need It does it Til it bleeds Some may say A ghost fits this Way A ghost sits there Forcing the chair Back and forth Singling A note Of Beware There is no ghost There is no host It remains empty It creaks And knows No plenty It knows Not where to go Lost in this life Of touch and Go It rocks In it's corner It hears knocks And it fears not It simply Goes With no ghost No host No shadow Anymore Darkness has befallen On the wooden arm rests The seat one may lay to rest Is empty No light No shine Only time Passes by In this Hellish corner Of Mine

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