I feel love in these walls
By the things I have hanging
that makes up some story
that is me.
Little parts and pieces of other people.
The way the plaster is cold and bumpy
at night when I place my palm to it
because I have no hand to hold
I feel these walls bleed
with trauma
and things trapped inside
Events transpired
tears cried
lost hopes and dreams
If we ever had any
who knows
People taken
stolen
sick drunk high
abandoned
cast out
alone
but sharing these walls
together
just one degree of separation
How could we feel so alone?