Bleach

Sometimes I can hear the walls cry In the morning, I hear them sigh They weep a lot at night I can hear them now Maybe it’s because they don’t have eyes to see… Or is it because they don’t have legs to wander places… Or maybe they’re hungry Perhaps thirsty I need to do something I leaned in and felt the walls They are certainly alive! I can hear their hearts beating Do you need help? I say I waited for a response for a while Silly me, I forgot they don’t have a mouth! Maybe a hug would help I leaned in even closer Their heavy cry turns to a whimper Slowly fading away Slowly Until it stops . . . They are angry now