I always look toward blank Walls as my consolation <br />because I knew I'd never be wrong to them <br />They'd never talk back or criticize; never interrupt <br />They'd just be there to listen <br />If only my Walls could talk... <br />No, no..I'd rather they not <br />I have way too many secrets buried in those Walls <br />for them to have the ability to utter even the gentle hum of a whisper <br />It's not like I can't express myself; I do; in writing most of the time <br />But I'm just like every other human being out there: <br />I bleed, therefore I am <br />I hope, therefore I dream <br />I cry, therefore I hurt <br />I smile, therefore I have the ability to be happy <br /> <br />Yet, there are always times that, sure, <br />I find myself running back to that safe-haven of mine, <br />that little corner inside my mind, <br />which I find, is the coziest and most comfortable place for me to hide away in <br />I don't have to deal with any person's agony or pity. <br />I just have to listen to my heart beat; THUMP, THUMP! <br />Whether fast or slow; THUMP, THUMP! <br />Feel the tears as they slide down my cheeks <br />and taste the saltiness of them as they trickle down my shivering lips <br />I can bury my head inside my hands <br />so the light won't burn my stinging eyes <br />You can say I dislike crying around anyone; <br />it's the emotion that leads to display the weakness in all us <br />I'll stick to these Walls as my savior <br />My thoughts; feelings; the adhesive to my sensations<br /><br />Fallen Pieces<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/venting-within-these-walls/
