Walls

If these walls could speak

the stories they would tell

this lonesome man

in an unlocked cell

The ground scuffed, his shuffling feet

if he could just get out into the street

feel the weather touch his face

would walk forever more, never slowing the pace

Years crept past in the blink of an eye

the days passed by, replaced by nights

electric lights, stale air

blurred into a rhythm of sleep and despair

Waded through fog, an alcoholic dream

heart left upon a shelf to rot, lost all self esteem

drank to drown out the sounds, the screams, the voices

they sang out an hateful chorus

Though the years did hurt, the tears they burned

I found my way through the door, my heart returned

the pain of those days wont go away, it will keep having a say

I am stronger though and have made headway

So if the voices should shout, or the nightmares attack

I know with help I have a way to fight back

with every step forwards I have an answer to spit

this life is mine, I'm going to live it

Thanks for reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.