The rickety old porch swing creaks under my weightAs I rock myself gently to and fro. The sound comforts me As it rips harshly into the painful silence of the night. So I continue to rock, My feet never leaving the ground, The swing never being allowed to do what it was built to do.The creaking comforts me. The rocking soothes me. No crickets chirping here tonight.No frogs croaking. Only silence. And the sound of a creaki...