They are just bricks.

Reds, browns, white.

But they’ve been there for long.

They’ve heard the promises made at night.

Felt lovers lean on them as they

Kissed, stood holding hands.

They’ve had heels stomp on them.

Mud flicked at them,

Spit, rain, eggs.

Had rain clean them.

They’ve felt the early strokes of sun in the mornings.

Endured as people leaned on them for a quickie.

Housed spiders who have woven their webs on them.

Insects have died on them.

Smacked onto the wall and flattened to a red mess.

They are just walls, but they have many secrets.


One thought on “Secrets.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s