The walls are cold and still
They won’t shake loose
They are hard and ridged
Through the holes, the eyes
Stare at me while
I sit here lonely and hurt
Crying my eyes out until I can’t see
The horrors of the walls
They don’t speak to me but
They speak to others.
They just stare at me and
I wonder why
I just want them to let go
So I close my eyes and pray.
Lord please set me free from
These walls that bring me pain.
~shariee
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