If these walls could talk,
You’d know my body is dead,
My mind has been taken over,
I can’t control it,
Anger is making me blind.
I v’e been left on my own,
Chained to this hate of some kind.
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 demon’s haunting me at night,
You’d be able to help me keep my fire alight.
Only if these walls could talk.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dear Adriana, I don't know who you are and from where you are but I want to tell you that you poem is really wonderful