The Mocking Walls Poem by eve Taylor

Quiet nights,

she still,

can't get it right,

thoughts ring through,

like tiny little echoes,

reverbing through,

leaving her sleepless,

night after night,

for weeks,

for days,

no solace,

no minds peace,

unless keeping busy,

keeping the talking walls,

trickily away,

their voices at bay,

till time comes,

for it to spin,

occupied,

for a time,

until night falls,

that's when it's worst of all,

when quiet walls,

seemingly begin to talk,

quietly at first,

but slowly,

as if taunting,

mocking,

reminding her,

where she went wrong,

she never really knew,

how to get along,

she fit in,

as long as she could,

but the walls don't care,

she should have tried harder,

kept her quiet ways,

lived the world,

not for herself,

but like she used to,

you see,

all she really wanted,

was to feel purpose,

when a chapter,

was coming to an end,

now the purpose,

isn't so clear,

when the walls only hear,

what they want to hear,

now they only talk,

whispering,

stories of who she,

really is,

without any real clue,

spinning stories of sin,

of craving's,

to simply feel,

something more real.