Spirits on the
Wall
3/20/2012
Shadows
on the wall
Is
where all spirits dwell.
Things
we can’t remember,
An
Anger we cannot quell.
An
Image of a Memory
Is
all they’ll ever be,
Nothing
More and Nothing Less,
Not
even to one like me.
Although
I feel their presence
And
I can feel their pain,
Although
they’re locked in Silence,
My
life goes on, the same.
The
Shadows murmur ceaselessly,
A
sound that’s Seldom heard.
These
walls have many Memories,
So
much that can be learned.
But
not a Soul can hear them,
Voices
that echo down the hall,
All
spirits will ever be
Are
shadows on the wall.
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