If Walls Could Speak

In the nooks and corners of a place Memories are forever deeply etched Residual energies of times gone past Of things we thought would never last If walls could speak, stories can be told As it stood witness as events unfold The joyous laughter, the playful banters The muted cries for love gone asunder The unrequited desire of a soul lost in a spell The hushed whispers turning into shrill yells The vague stares of a mind that could not cope And the quiet prayers clinging for a little hope The children’s sobs while they lay in bed Anxious to awake for realities they dread In the peaceful noise of the uneventful evening Trouble looms in the dim brightness of the morning In the daily routine of the cycle that continued Numbness sets in on the fights that ensued Wounding words leaving deep nasty scars Fleshy sores less hurtful than verbal wars As years passed, the walls remained erect But not the bond of a home in utter neglect The silent echoes resonating vividly in the room Files of memories, piles of unfortunate gloom To forget what must not be remembered To conceal what must be eternally interred To heal the scars still bleeding unseen cuts Tore down those walls and shred what hurts.