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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel you on this one April...If my walls could talk I'd probably be locked up in a psycward or something. Thanks for sharing this excellent poem ~T! &R&