If Walls Could Talk Poem by Nivana Sithole

If walls could talk
If walls could talk,
My walls would narrate
Stories of cold nights I
Drench my pillow with tears
My walls would tell stories
Of early morning prayers
Recited by dusty lips tired
Of kissing booze.

If these walls could talk
Then mine would tell
Stories of forbidden
Passions and love making
On my creak spring bed
They would narrate tales of deception and Unscrupulous dealings
Mine would shout stories About my Schlieffen Plan
To kill the demons that Seek to bury me in ashes
These walls would shout
My struggle to fight sin.

If walls could talk
Better still they can't
And will never talk,
So rest ye my soul for
No one knows about
Your secrets except
Your Creator and these
Four dumb, rusty walls

If walls could talk
If walls could talk....