+walls+
Filled with memories past.
The thunder is teaming
As the pain is so vast.
All my surroundings,
Each and everyone,
It feels like I'm drowning,
Suffocated by memories come and gone.
The sweet sound of laughter,
Of a family together.
Now, my mood is reflected,
By the wind and the weather.
Crying, screaming, silence.
Some days, it's such a routine.
The silence is so loud,
I just want to scream.
I was choked by my words,
Now I speak and I tease.
I was restrained to my room.
Now I come and go as I please.
Each crack, each hole,
Each lightswitch, each door,
Has a story to be told,
Not one of them a bore.
Such a free spirit,
Yet still, the walls remain.
Filled with memories
Filled with pain.
+the.poetry.corner+
