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These Walls
Trapped in these walls,
are her insurmountable groans of pain.
The screams of endless nightmare terror
penetrate each stone that has been dented
by the dark anguish of loneliness
and
wilted by her broken heart and shattered soul.
The walls below forth a fortitude for tranquility,
but instead,
are scarred by sightings of indescribable torture,
Echoing melancholy Edmontonian chimes.
Tap,
tap,
tap away,
and the rooted sounds of skittering will blare once more,
automated by the annual patterns within it of her weeping
and wailing,
destruction
and dejection.
Trapped in these walls,
are the lamentations of the old her,
pipes clogged of lost dreams
and clipped wings,
all gone array,
yet to be retraced.
These ‘mites of despair have
nibbled,
at the ionised tendons of each fragment of clay
that now,
it stands rotten and decayed.
Decades of dirt lay from the poison of toxic lies,
slander and twisted temptations,
and yes, trapped in these walls
are the particles of misery from her tears
that stain these bricks,
mark them with the cold stench of
utter hopelessness
and a grainy sort of gloom.
Much is buried behind here,
too much to each describe, but know
that whispers of warning will be ever be heard
and her heart beyond it silenced, yet stirred.
