Inside these four walls
I am cold and alone.
Is it night or day?

life goes on
light is shining in .
people whispering.
dishes clattering ,
children playing

No one asks about me
They know that I am here.
Does he know I am here ?

As a child ,my walls were made of mud
that turned hard as stone.
walls for hiding,easily washed away.

These walls are solid oak
These walls will close soon
These walls will not be torn down
These walls can not be climbed

When will he ever look inside to see if I a still here?