If these walls could talk,
you'd know my body is dead,
my mind has been taken over,
that's why I am so scared,
I can't control it,
anger is making me blind,
I've been left here on my own
chained to a hate of some kind.
If these walls could talk.
If these walls could talk,
you'd know about my fears,
about all those nights I screamed for help,
about all my fallen tears.
You'd know about the demons
haunting me at night,
you'd be able to help me
keep my fire alight,
if these walls could talk.
If these walls could talk
they would say that it's all right,
God sends His angels
to look over me at night.
They'd encourage me,
say though I am alone
it doesn't mean Im on my own.
He watches me, from above
and showers me with all His love,
if only these walls could talk.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello poet Cheynne. I enjoyed your poem of HOPE. Well done. I posted one similar titled, I'll Put Some Coffee On you might enjoy. Thanks, Loyd