The Walls Woudnt Whisper Anymore

As the world goes to sleep,
as the infants cease to weep,
there wanders this thing, long and deep,
in my darkness, as I sleep.

In a shady forest, under the light of stars,
far away from roads and cars,
walks a lone girl, long and far,
as she bears the pain of her burning scar.

And as she progresses into the night,
further away from the dying light,
tired of running from her plight,
wistful, that she could not fight.

She stumbles away into the dark,
until she breaks down under an arc,
and finally accepts she has lost her spark,
she sees the truth, naked and stark.

Her beloved dream is now lost,
her whole childhood it has cost,
her bleeding feet are being eaten by frost,
her beloved dream is now lost.

And as the night draws to it's end,
the river seemed to take a bend,
and though she has lost her friend,
she now begins, with her descent.

And under venus' light she finds her door,
the frost will now be replaced by floor,
she has made it home once more,
but the walls; the walls wouldn't whisper anymore.

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There are a million things I could say to the reader, clarify certain analogies, draw certain links, describe certain lines. BUT, I find that the haziness of this poem adds to it's charm, keeps it open ended and subject to a million interpretations.

PM me and I'll tell you my interpretation of this, lets see if it could make it to your mind and your soul.