Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 These Walls Keep Talking

I wake up to the talk of walls

Around me in a playful mood,

Teasing me with their whispered calls.

I cup my ears to hope their rude

Taunts of me would be silenced out.

But still the walls talking does be

Heard by me so I loudly shout

At the walls to show me mercy.

But the walls know that I am one

To bully in my helpless state.

I swear these walls are having fun

At the expense of my sealed fate.

I hear these walls talk and they tell

Me get used to this padded cell.