These walls sit in front of me <br />Bare white walls <br />One wall intrigues the mind <br />Chipping white paint <br />This wall calls to me <br />I sit and look at this wall <br />'What is do I seek from this wall' <br />This wall shows nothing yet so much <br /> <br />Figures move on the wall <br />Screams of despair erupt <br />Making you wonder <br />'What the hell? ' <br />A figure strikes out upon me <br />A red glare is all I see <br />Looking at the figure more <br />Watching it's ever move <br />While he watches mine <br /> <br />Walking closer to the wall <br /> I touch it <br />The figure sneers <br />While painful memories <br />Fill my mind <br />wars and battles <br />Death and despair <br /> <br />The figure looks and writes on the wall <br />'Living in this wall has made me know <br />That without a home the wall stands tall <br />No joy in the wall can be seen <br />But walls are for standing not for feeling.' <br /> <br />As the figure fades <br />I watch it leave <br />Now I'm left all alone <br />To stare again <br />At these bare white walls<br /><br />Courtney Redmond<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bare-white-walls/
