#171 Wall Cracks...

The walls around me

laid with red bricks

chemically coated white,

beneath a layer of

fine prints - a dusky grey;

Decorated with paintings

each holds a story within

of the place they belong,

and the carpet collected

from just the few ever made;

But these walls were hollow

full of cracks and un-filled spaces,

the floor couldn't hold feelings

brimmed with blames and guilt,

from its inmates - delicate as a bird;

Yet it is called home

for the exhibition of

true-lies and a collection of art

you see over the white chemically

coated frames,

here the curtains were never lifted

the Sun stays out

the lights were always on

the wall paints showing

the east, and shame,

and mountains, and the south...