If Walls Could Talk Poem by Ronald Strickland

Just like the whisper of the wind
sings your favorite song, and the
rain against the window pane
encrypts your name.


Have I gone insane?
The walls speaks your name.

They speak to me in a continuous
chime. only am I to listen with my heart
and it takes me back in time.

Like reflections, I see in my mind,
they are always here and I hold you near.

On the walls once where pictures hung
are now scarred and bare,
each mark has a story to share.

But the secrets they hold, will never be told.

Listen to what the walls have to say.
Fill your mind with what they convey.

What if walls could talk?

They do!

Just listen to what they have say.