Samuel Braden

Rookie (09/03/1994)

Talking To The Walls - Poem by Samuel Braden

I always look toward blank Walls to talk to
Because I knew they're solid through and through
Talk back, criticize, or interrupt they won't do
They're just there so that they can listen
They don't care whether or not I'm a Christian
They don't make fun of me if my eyes start to water and glisten
I can punch holes through them when I'm angry and they won't care
When I come back the next time my walls will still be there
And I know these walls wont judge me if I swear
They don't mind if I show a little emotion
Because through my weakness I have devotion
So they just stand back and listen to my commotion
If only my Walls could talk
No, never mind I'd rather they not
I have way too many secrets about the battles I fought
All the personal ones I lost and the started
It's not like I can't express myself, I know I'm not retarded
But I'm just like every other human being out there who is bighearted
I bleed, therefore I am me
I hope, therefore I can dream
I cry, therefore I do hurt
I smile; therefore I have the ability to be happy
But I still have those times when I'm feeling crappy
So I head to the corner of my room instead of my pappy
I know they will listen when he pushes me away
They will be there and won't leave me astray
After I get done talking to my walls I know it's gonna be a good day

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 11, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 11, 2012

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