The floors and some quiet rooms The house bears numerous walls Every day the flower blooms I see more and more walls. We unite in the hall, we share supper And my dad hums his quote “We always stay together”. Back to their rooms Everyone follows this insane rule I see nothing but walls that overrule Keeping us apart in different rooms. Brother’s just an inch away But the distance seems like miles Father’s couple steps away But he seems living in Niles. Mom shares her sorrow to the bonsai in the courtyard I want to sooth her pain She seems like a broken shard The walls make it impossible to be sane. Walls, walls,walls….. There’s so many in my house A barrier that talls As they bury our intimacy in the jailhouse. Previously published on farrenssphere. wordpress.com. (My Personal Blog Page)