"creakkkk" poems
The sky was a dash of salt
Bitter and never enough
He was standing there admiring the rocking chair
The price she said “you will have to pay”
Creakkkkk says the old rocking chair
He brought it home that old rocking chair
Placed it just below the stairs
“Ah” he said firmly and turned it to face the sea
Little did he know he would have to pay a termly fee
Creakkkk says the old rocking chair
Late that night as the crows cried
he rolled over upon his side
There in the doors way
The creaky old rocking chair making its way
Creakkkk says the old rocking chair
Back and forth the rocking chair goes
Why this way no one knows
The man had awaken by the time of dawn
He tried to shake off what he had saw
Creakkkk says the old rocking chair
There in the way of his escape
Ruby red blood crawling from the rocking chair
Flowing freely from the old rocking chair
On to the white soft forest below
Creakkkk says the old rocking chair
As he inched away from his near turned opponent
The squeaky, creaky old rocking chair
The most beautiful women the man had ever seen
A gastly figure dressed in white and stained with a gruesome scene
Turned to face the sea
Creakkkk says the old rocking chair
He thought of running hiding somewhere far away
But that beautiful mistress begged him to stay
The wind then was a chorus of howling crys
He could not believe his eyes
That once creepy, sneaky rocking chair disappeared from his side
That old rocking chair creaked no more
Years later when his bones were as old stone
That same man walked down the same street alone
Just when he’d thought that peace was here at last
He saw a flash from an undesired past
Sitting just below the stairs…
Creakkkk said the old rocking chair
Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 8:02 PM UTC