The walls that talk
They reveal the truths the mind whispers inside you
The walls that smirk
They laugh at your face as if something's amiss
The walls that grimace
They judge you at every moment's affair
The walls, they haunt you
They are there as days pass by
The walls right now
They are your only friend
The only friend
That will respond to you
//k.u.
YOU ARE READING
The Quarantine Book
Poetry"--the stillness of isolation, the blazing aloneness, the rich moments with loved ones, and the sole solitude of the person. The rumination of a bored writer, a reflection of the months, a reaction to the silence and loudness of life. It's a methodi...
