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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