Posted by: Jonathan Caswell | January 29, 2012



The man who was rocking all night

Continues the practice in spite

Of attempts to stop,

Day tensions won’t drop

With no resolution in sight.

He lays on his side, right or left,

But rocks all the same in step

To a rhythm his own

While specters moan…

The moaning’s not all in his head.

Then finally alas and a-lack

He turns to sleep on his back,

At least he won’t rock

List’ning to the tick-tock…

Resting after hours in the sack.

—J. Caswell


  1. Like this one, sounds like me

    • CAN’T BE.

      • But thanks for the Thumb’s Up!

  2. I am continuously searching online for articles that can benefit me. Thanks!

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