I have found someone who doesn’t ask me to speak lesser-
My bed, the cupboards and my poor elaborate dresser;
Tied to their fate of listening to my rambling rants,
About my silly little life filled with unfulfilled wants,
They squeak and groan under the weight of my stress
And creak and moan loudly their surmounting distress.
But every time a new one joins my living space
I know it’s his guilt over loving another pretty face.
Sometimes I imagine that from one Mother came all this furniture,
And just like me she yearns deeply to put all her pieces together.
I don’t speak to the walls, though they have ears.
I don’t trust them to contain all that they might hear.
If these walls could get hold of a captive audience,
I am sure they’d be dying to break their silence.
They know every gory detail of my melancholic heart
And all the reasons my marriage is falling apart.
I resent them their silent scrutiny as they stand in judgement.
They seem so alive – these beings of bricks and cement.
Like sentries guarding my prison, ensuring no escape,
No matter how distorted my mind or my physical shape.
It’s not like I didn’t try to befriend my stony wardens;
But they are too comfortably numb to grant pardon.
Written for Mish’s prompt on dVerse.
This is such a emotion filled piece. It tugs your hear like mad. This is very, very beautifully written.
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Thank you 🙂 Do you feel that talking to mute objects is sometimes better than talking to people? They seem to at least have the patience to hear you out.
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For someone who does have the patience to listen, I have rarely found the same on the other side. So, yes, personally, I do feel that it’s better talking to objects rather than people.
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🙂 I had a childhood habit of talking to my-self or to inanimate objects. Initially it started because my granny used to say that there is life and divinity in every object. I took that quite literally i think. it was also the effect of endless fantasy books where magical beings dwelled in the most unlikely of places. Now i am all grown up and know “better” but i guess old habits die hard. it’s good in this case coz i vent out all my frustration and still have good social relations. lol.
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Haha! Same here. I tend to mutter to myself in a way to vent out my frustrations etc. too.
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Same pinch 🙂
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This is poignant.. the walls are both friend and foe, both prison and protector… and you cannot tell them everything can you? Can even walls be trusted?
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Thank you for your kind words. No, no one can be trusted. Isnt that the reason why people turn to the virtual reality more? Strangers becoming friends is better than friends becoming strangers.
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The things our walls see and hear. I am glad they can’t talk.
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Ain’t that the truth. it’s so easy to live when you know you can always let down your defenses and throw away the mask somewhere safe. no more pretending.
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Trust… that’s a loaded word. The walls we build around our emotions, the walls we punch and yell at, the walls the surround our dreams and hopes and the walls that are transparent to our fears.
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Yup. We live surrounded by walls of our own creation. And then we forget that there’s always a door to get out!
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There was a door! Why didn’t someone tell me!
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Lol. Not too late. Just turn the knob, give it a push… And you’re free!!
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wow. there is life and divinity in every object. especially you.
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Thank you 🙂 yes, there is divinity in every being 🙂
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Love the personification you have given the walls….being leery of them having an audience….wow. The rhyme is a great effect without being overly done. The story comes through. Thanks so much for adding this to the mix!!
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Thank you 🙂 It was a pleasure writing on your prompt. Everyone has done such a great job. Look forward to more such thought provoking prompts 🙂
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Beautiful…”Sometimes I imagine that from one Mother came all this furniture,
And just like me she yearns deeply to put all her pieces together.”
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Thanks 🙂
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I absolutely felt the character you lent to the walls… Some of them are indeed so delicate.
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Thank you 🙂 they felt real to me when I was writing.
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You made the walls come alive for me ~ Well done ~
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Aww thanks 🙂
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Beautiful!
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Thank you 😊
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