Talking to the Walls

Wrapped in a cold wind
I spoke with the walls and
listened to the stories that
they had overheard.

They told me of places
I had only heard of
and painted them
on their face,

They told me of people
I had only read about
in hushed tones as if
in betrayal,

They told me of events
I had only ever studied
and they had seen
pass them by,

And so I told them about myself,
Where I was from and going,
What I had seen, and
how I came to be stood

Talking to the walls.

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