Blank Walls
What do you see when you look
At a wall?
Most of us see nothing
But white.
They see no pain, no emotion, no grief.
But for those of us
That know what it is to be
Abandoned, heartbroken, unloved,
We see all the stories that wall
Could tell us,
If only we would
Stop for a minute,
And listen.
Just listen.
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Do you hear them whispering
To you while you sleep?
They're trying to talk.
They're trying to tell you
What they've seen,
What they've heard.
Stop for a minute,
And listen.
Just listen.
~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~
They're exploding
With information,
With knowledge.
Stop for a minute,
And listen.
Just listen.
Copyright © Zoe Rose | Year Posted 2011
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