To My Wife 19

These are old walls,

probably 6 or 7 layers,

of paint.

A pound

against its standing

communicates

these walls are unpadded,

and provide the question

in return:

How solid is the striker?

These walls hear

the cries of those

whose minds are

questioned and

abandoned.

My wails are also infused

within these walls.

an almost

Edgar Allen type of Poe.

There are smiles,

There are tears,

Yet what remains

uncertain,

is

how many days.