If these four walls could fuss and fight
they would run away from me tonight.
They sense my thoughts are doom and gloom
I'd hear them yell, 'Just leaveThe room!
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I can certainly relate to this piece Shelley, I've been there before. The reality is when we sit and think about others and stop dwelling on our own misery. It is then when we realize there are others suffering so much more than us. An excellent poem Shelley as always.--Melvina--
OH, if MY walls could talk.....I don't think I'd want to hear all the stories I've tried to wipe from my mind. Your poem reminds me of the Alison Krauss tune, 'I'm Just a Ghost in this House...I'm just a shadow upon these walls'. Have you heard that one, by any chance. Very thought provoking piece.
Shelley, I know this feeling much too well as it visits me too often to tell. As Melvina so rightly said we have to think of other worse off than we and it eases the pain we feel a little, but sadly not all. Top marks and thanks for sharing this my friend. David