Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

My bedroom wall is hollow.
Made vacant,by years of light,of dark,of flare, of gloom.
My bedroom wall is blinded.
Made sense-less, by eons of old posters, of thick paint, of loose photos, of dusty timetables.
My bedroom wall is deafened.
Made impaired, by centuries of screams, of whispers, of sobs, of hisses.
My bedroom wall is isolated.
Made impenetrable, by millenniums of listening, to my prayers, my protests, my breakdowns, my thoughts.
Nevertheless.
My bedroom wall is cracked.
Breached, along it grow narrow gaps, out of it trickles my screams, my whispers, my sobs, my hisses, my prayers, my protests, my breakdowns, my thoughts.
My bedroom wall is hollow,
Deafened,
Blinded,
Isolated.
Cracked.