If I could talk, If I could tell you everything I’ve seen, I could tell you stories you would never want to believe. No one knows what I have seen with my all-seeing eyes. No one is alive to tell the secrets I’ve overheard.
I’ve seen little pieces of heaven and little pieces of hell I’ve heard whispers of tenderness and screams of hatred I’ve seen love spoken to one and given to another I’ve heard a heart breaking and footsteps leaving.
Oh, How hard it is to watch life fade away, How hard it is to watch love grow cold, How hard it is to listen to every pained cry, How hard it is to bear witness to these images And be unable to speak one word.
You will never hear from me. My mouth is shut, but my eyes and ears are forever open. It is my curse, to be able to stand so tall, so straight, so strong.
To bear the weight of the world To hold the roof over the murder’s head and be unable to break To shelter the demons of the world and separate the angels
I cannot tell you whom exactly I’ve seen. I cannot tell you what exactly I’ve heard.
Parts of this I really relate to: "I could tell you stories you would never want to believe."
A good thing is if walls did speak you could listen to their stories while having a pint or two. You could get drunk next to bricks! And it would be an entirely sane thing. Would be a good excuse atleast ;-)
First, let me say I generally don't like to review poetry as being a novelist, I do not feel qualified to do so, but, I read this and I liked it very much. I agree with S.W., regarding the words, 'I would'. The only error I found is the word 'murder's'. Unless I am reading it wrong, I believe it should be murderer's or murders...
I've always found that an element of 'mystery' in poetry works well and although this is only a personal suggestion, I might give thought as to changing the name of the poem, for the simple reason, reading it I knew the 'I' was the walls... I think it would have pulled me in even more if I either had to figure out what the 'I' was for myself or had to wait to the end....
Wow, I loved this!
It was so...accurate!
I think about that concept a lot, as weird as it may seem, and you are bang on.
Well done, it is an awesome write.
Ah, this was just great. It was slightly depressing though to think of the horrible things that people from the outside are not able to see in homes like this.
Its important for a writer to write something that other people can relate to; I definitely could relate to this. You bring me back to my childhood; back to walls that have seen a lot, absorbed a lot. But, I can't help but to be glad that walls can't talk....
It was intriguing. It had a lot of topics that I normally think about, the isolation of pain and hatred.. things like that. I can't say that I hated it or loved it though. But you did well in writing it ^-^