Wall Of Silence

Wall of Silence 
by rachelle *

Do you hear the bells?
swinging back and forth,
with intentions unknown,
smiling questions on the wall,
for the walls hold a nasty scar,
grim with reputaions,
hollowness and despair,

the bells touch in a rythem,
ding, knock, ding, knock,  
swinging and sounding,
over the silence comes the sound,
soon the darkness over comes,
no happiness to be found,
the walls move,
the sound becomes less,
the glowing darkness goes into the cracks,

and the bells are quieted by the witness,
the only one that saw it unfold,
its silent,
like the night,

the walls hold the memory,
the memory of what the bells couldnt sing..