Walls

Looking at wall one,
knowing it has no eyes.
It can't see my sadness.
Looking at wall two,
knowing it has no ears.
It can't hear me cry out.
Looking at wall three,
knowing it has no nose.
It can't smell me rotting.
Looking at wall four,
knowing that it has no heart.
It doesn't love me.
Looking at my self,
knowing I have fallen a part.
It is okay with me.