In a room where silence takes its toll,
I find companionship with an empty wall;
A monologue unbroken, where secrets fall,
The wall, impassive, stands and hears it all.
With ears of mortar, eyes of faded paint,
My friend to confide in, without restraint.
No criticism or interruptions it lends,
Just quiet strength on which I can depend.
Its surface is cool, yet warmth it does provide,
A stable presence, there for me, by my side;
It shares my laughter, and knows my pain,
In that quiet room, sanity I regain.
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