And the Walls did Weep

For three score years

He'd lived within the same four walls,

And had paid them no attention.

Through their strength,

And his will,

Gentle shelter

Had been laid before his precious Rose

And their four madcap children.


Tempests wild,

Demons tall,

Bailiffs vain,

Vermin small,

Ne'er do wells

And know-it-alls,

Each were repelled

From within those walls.


And gaily the days skipped by.


In time, the madcap four moved on

And the walls were left to absorb

The contented sounds of

Tom and Rose, as together they grew older.

Until the day that the walls themselves

Became the focus

For the teary eyes

Of the lonely survivor.


Pointless days,

Endless nights,

Unwashed dishes

Piled high.

No call

"I'm back",

No laugh, no sigh,

She'd gone

Before he'd said goodbye.


And the walls did weep.

◄ Killing the Long Game

The Gnome and his Snakes ►


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Fri 5th Feb 2016 04:15

That poem was extremely intense and so beautiful. The sadness and the gloom of the poem makes it remarkable.

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Jim Trott

Wed 3rd Feb 2016 19:33

I'm so sorry Laura :'(

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Laura Taylor

Wed 3rd Feb 2016 13:14

And so did I. And my dad.

Proper choked up now. Great poem, really good.

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Tue 2nd Feb 2016 10:51

Oh, how sad. On his own, lonely, staring at the walls. Beautifully told.

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