Walls
By: Nicolette Northcutt
The walls stand so silently they never say a word
Yet they are yelling at me
They have no eyes
With which to see
Yet I feel them gazeing apon me
They show no joy
Nor happiness
But I can feel them laughing with me
They haven't a heart
Nor any emotions
Yet they weep for me
These walls are so stiff
So unbearably cold
But when I have no place to turn
They are the warmest friends I hold
I tell them where I've been
And where I hope to go
They in turn, tell me of those who've gone before me in this house
They help me to be strong
It is in them that I see
It takes a lot of power to just be
They stood up to your troubles
And little kids with crayons
They've bared winds and waters
Hots and colds
Children with durty muddy hands
We share our secrects
New and old
These poor walls
They given so much
And yet, I've given so little
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By: Theresa E. Gibson
I walk alone,
In the depths of my lonely soul,
Searching for what my meaning is,
I turn to the sun and ask it why,
But to my hearts disdain, it shuns me away,
The light tears at my heart,
Reminding me of who I should be...and who I am not,
Reminding me of what I have become, instead.
I turn to the moon,
It hold my gaze, and holds my mind,
Only to toss me away.
The moonbeams beam down on me,
Telling me to hide.
Telling me I am nothing.
I walk alone, with my head in my hands,
And my heart in my thoat.
With my pride on the ground,
And my pain on my sleeve.
For this, for all, I am alone,
Walking in the depth of my soul.
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