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These Walls Are Thin
These walls are thin.
And as I lie awake in this cold dark room in a house that is no longer a home I hear the muffled aggression of an argument I've heard a hundred night's before. Unable to make out the words, the booming erratic tones reverberating through the brick thunderous and frightening, I pull the covers up and plug my ears the best I can but,
These walls are thin.
My eyes glaze over as I fixate on the tiny cracks in the painted ceiling. Trying to escape. My eyes droop under the weight of exhaustion, My fingers close behind. A door slams pulling me abruptly back to this waking nightmare. I listen with a nervous intensity. No more muffled screams replaced now with mournful sobs echoing through my soul and I am forced to listen because,
These Wall are thin.
© Ben Johnson
And as I lie awake in this cold dark room in a house that is no longer a home I hear the muffled aggression of an argument I've heard a hundred night's before. Unable to make out the words, the booming erratic tones reverberating through the brick thunderous and frightening, I pull the covers up and plug my ears the best I can but,
These walls are thin.
My eyes glaze over as I fixate on the tiny cracks in the painted ceiling. Trying to escape. My eyes droop under the weight of exhaustion, My fingers close behind. A door slams pulling me abruptly back to this waking nightmare. I listen with a nervous intensity. No more muffled screams replaced now with mournful sobs echoing through my soul and I am forced to listen because,
These Wall are thin.
© Ben Johnson
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