If the walls could speak
what would they say?
Would they tell how many tears you cried
how many many times you lied?
Would they talk about the times you bled
make the memories replay in my head?
Would they show me the razors you used to cut?
Would they tell me why or maybe what?
Would they tell me about that last day
your father said you couldn't play?
Would the walls say that I was lucky as hell,
that I didn't have to hear him yell?
Because if they did then maybe I'd see,
just how much you needed me.
wow...truly fantastic..very nicely penned. keep writing dear.
full of emotions and anxiety carefully narrated in detail, keep on writing more!
very nice poem though guess what the walls do speak you just have to listen carefully
This poem is very insightful, and shows that your thoughts are deep. I hope you receive the healing you are looking for. I know many others can relate. Thank you for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Metaphorically speaking, I hope, dear poet. Walls contain lives in the balance, some at the tipping point, others, well... The majority of the world's walls are permeable, indeed. Nothing is silent and oft unsafe within them. So many must witness and absorb palpable and proximate fear, angst, and occasionally the sighs and sounds of love. For those of us whose walls are a bit more private, there are still no secrets- for all emotion and thought travel through that seemingly impenetrable density. Believe you me. thought provoking and disturbing poem.