My Friend the Wall
My friend the wall has once again come to call.
The sound it makes when I make mistakes.
Is really no sound at all.
It's there to hear the words I write.
Whether during the day or late at night.
The blankness of it's eggshell stare.
Reminds me that there's no one there.
It's up to me to speak this time.
Could speak plainly, but prefer rhyme.
Yes my friend the wall has come to call.
And so I'll answer it and give my all.
Poetry on Poetry contest.
Copyright © Robert Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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