Walls

The walls hold the answers

but they're keeping them from me

They listen when you cry at night

They hear each secret sigh

Every touch has a witness

They watched as we said goodbye

Voyeurs into all our lives

They live to stand and observe

Yet never comment at all

They only live to serve

What horrors they must have seen

and to never interfere

What a life to be a wall it is

To stand throughout the years

Stability of emotion, cold and hard to touch

Great knowledge and understanding

A view from far away

Detached and alone each and every day

No envy planted here it's only pity I feel

Yet the walls hold the answers

and they're keeping them from me.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Lorraine]

You just gave notice to one of the most ignored objects of today. I like the personification of the walls, as if they are secretive agents who would never let any information spill. It's very imaginative.

Keep Writing. ^___^

[cest la vie]

This is a very thought provoking write.. I mean we say"if the wall had ears". How do we know they don't see, hear, feel?
Very good write here my friend!!

[bubbles]

wow! i love this poem. if only the walls had mouths as well as ears hey? gd work