So while I was traveling in the Baltics this summer I had a very emotional response to a deserted prison I visited. The following day I went to yet another desert prison where the guard actually locked me in a cell for about 10 seconds.
One night while enjoying a delicious beer I ended up writing a very sad poem. I used to write a lot of shit poetry back in high school, but haven't really written any since. I know this is likely crap, but it was a such an emotional break though during my trip that I figured I should save it.
I had actually forgotten about this until I came across it last evening while enjoying a few beers at home.
If these walls could talk
The description they would cower
Of a man in uniform
Drunk with the power
Of enforcing his rules on everyone.
If these walls could talk
They would surely scream
About the locked up prisoner
Dying to dream
Of a hopeful future of joy and love.
If these walls could talk
The narrative they would speak
Of the shiny tear
That began to leak
From the eyes of the girl who felt too many aches.
If these walls could talk
The story they would say
There was a woman who sat
Down on the rock to pray
For the world to learn from its past mistakes.
If these walls could talk
They would gladly confess
About the teenager
With a backpack and odd dress
Holding cans of paint, an empty wall cured.
If these walls could talk
They would kindly inform
Of the plants that wriggled through
Hard concrete to be born
Bringing beauty to the ugly and feared.
If these walls could talk
The tale they would tell
Of a traveling girl
Who completely fell
In love with the abandoned beauty.
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