Walls

The walls, they awake.

They say I am at stake.

I dismiss, naïve,

yet from their words shall I cleave

the small tinge of confidence,

it puts me to question:

May all their compliments,

elude me my faction?

The walls, they speak,

and speak do the walls.

I converse, they back,

and finally they sleep.

I nod my new friends a goodbye,

wishing them well as they rest.

Waiting for, once again,

for them to bring another test.

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