The walls behind my back, They talk, Of the love we shared , Due to sorrow we part.
Their voice remain subdued, So quite, They stare through eyes, Echoing in minds.
I bang against the bulwark, So loud, But in the end, Not a sound is out.
I weep so loud, Still noiseless, To stop you by, To hold you back.
When I am left behind, Still alone, How I wish my walls, They could talk aloud.
Like a tale to tell, A story myth, They are left to rot Unknown so quiet.