If these walls could talk,
you'd know my body is dead,
my mind has been taken over,
that's why I am so scared,
I can't control it,
anger is making me blind,
I've been left here on my own
chained to a hate of some kind.
If these walls could talk.
If these walls could talk,
you'd know about my fears,
about all those nights I screamed for help,
about all my fallen tears.
You'd know about the demons
haunting me at night,
you'd be able to help me
keep my fire alight,
if these walls could talk.
If these walls could talk
they would say that it's all right,
God sends His angels
to look over me at night.
They'd encourage me,
say though I am alone
it doesn't mean I‘m on my own.
He watches me, from above
and showers me with all His love,
if only these walls could talk.
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Written July 7th, 2005
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hey great write i like it it makes me think of a song "if walls could talk" by celine dion i like the song and your poem too thanks for your comment on mine
keep it up
Jenn -
I like the spiritual ending of this
Good use of repetition I liked your use of intertextual reference here 
Keep writing, this was a dark and powerful piece
All the best
Thanks for your comment
Pozo
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all is well
I have read and reread this piece of work, and finely found the words to review. I can see how being bound to anger is like having a heavy burden upon ones shoulders. Through prayer and faith the heaviest burden may be lifted.
I like your poem. Shows good form and meter. Well done. And it’s not all that dark, because of the light that shines above the walls.
SirPort
If these walls could talk
they would say that it's all right,
God sends His angels
to look over me at night.
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