Walls

These walls speak to me

These walls are calling me so silently in the night,

but loud enough for only I to hear and no one else 

A whisper almost, but not quite, for it echoes in me, 

leaving me searching for the one inside these walls 

They contain me and simply leave me in solitude, 

hearing peculiarity around me, for walls don't talk 

Author's Note

Feedback appreciated!

Reviews

[shyla]

This poem reminds me of times where we are alone and out minds are raceing for its not the walls talking but our thoughts the ones we hold in :) Great job

[Lovecraft]

This is pretty good. Short and intriguing. The possibilities for this poem are endless. I sense several themes and concepts subtly inserted here, even if it was unintentional on your part.

Nice work, Richard. :)