Why are there secrets hidden

Under the wallpaper—

Whispers

Under layers of

Distraction and movement

That have the urge

To drape a sense of stability

Upon eyes that cannot

View the mildew underneath—

When will it be time

To tear the peeling barriers

Away from rooms we need

To repaint—

No one wants

To see what lurks—

Their eyes are only drawn

To the surface-level patterns.