Prena Poetry

the walls of my room don’t talk
if they do, promise me you won’t break them.

the walls in my room don’t talk
if they ever do, they will tell you my story

my stories of 3am
when i told them my secrets.

my stories of 11pm
when i mourned myself to sleep.

my stories of 7am
when i woke up half dead and drunk.

the hollow walls of my room don’t talk
if they ever do, know that i am gone.