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Dec 2020
THESE WALLS

I look at the walls and they shy away
I hate them for they have watched everything and did nothing
Absorbing my cries in its layers
Never to hear them again
Its long arms have failed to protect me
The internal wounds  are mutual
These walls shake too
Though they try to remain strong
Even its pink paint doesn't sympathise with me

The light bulb cheers on and on
Its unshy brightness  determined
The ceiling stares back
Too far to lend a hand
Helpless as I am
Lying on the floor
Tinted  in red
This floor has swallowed my shame

These walls have betrayed me
These walls trapped my echoes of agony
These walls suffocate my mind
Only these walls tell all my  tales
Maybe behind the walls there is freedom
Or Maybe beyond  this maze  I can find my breathe
But these walls won't let me leave
#stopgenderbasedviolence
#orangetheworld
Written by
Patience zimunya
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