Four Walls
Four walls blankly stare at me,
as I sit on a bed that once
carried the weight of two lovers.
Sometimes I shout,
angry at myself,
wondering how I was blind
to let you go.
The walls echo the shouts
back at me - as I keenly
listen to the echoes,
I hear your name
somewhere inside them....
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016
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