A antique put here,
Somehow left there.
Just a chair sits, &
Waits, in the corner
By the stairs...
Nothing visible in the air,
Just this old rocking chair.
Silence in its place,
Movement slowly takes,
It's shape...
A chill fills the atmosphere,
No ones sitting there.
As it rocks back & forth.
Swaying without a care...
Hearing creaking from a distance,
Distraction made more persistent.
Lifting on & off the ground,
Growing weary with each sound.
My heart pulsating, as each
Rock, turns more disturbing.
Crippled by a horrific sound,
A smokey vapor, engulfs &
Surrounds...
The old rocking chair,
A scream of panic, who has occupied
This chair? Is there anyone sitting, there?
As I hide all my fears, behind the
Stairs...
In the midst of all the confusion,
it quickly occurred
To me. Somehow once again, my imagination got
The best of me!!!