the
walls do talk, they know me well
they close around me, keep me still
for if I move or blink an eye
the pain will start, shh do not cry
outside
these walls, a being lives
unlike the walls, he does not give
a moments solace to the child
a hero once, is now defiled
keep
still small one
do not exist
for the one outside will surely miss
the child who has no voice to tell
the stories that the walls know well.
