• These Walls
    If these walls could talk they would only tell of sad memories.
    The flashing lights, the screams in the night.
    The tears streaming endlessly down my cheeks.
    The late night fights.
    What was I to do?
    The voices from the cellar.
    What were they doing down there?
    Of course I knew, but do they remember?
    I pled for them not to go down.
    They told me that everything was going to be alright.
    I was so young and so frightened.
    All alone in the dark
    The visions, the noises, will they ever go away?
    Was helping the right or the wrong thing?
    Could I have just stood by and done nothing?
    So many late night trips to grandma’s house.
    Sleep came easy there.
    Was it ever going to stop?
    All that fighting and for what?
    They could do nothing to control it.
    It controlled them.
    I hated them for it.
    Maybe I still do.
    If these walls could talk they would tell you the story of my life.