Boom? Bang? Blast?
sounds more exciting
than these walls that haunt me.
is that the sound?
my ear is filled with curiosity.
Many years I longed to know
the freedom only my locks have felt,
from my tower I'd pull them in
to hear what each strand had seen
and dwelled on what each had said.
"Hurry clean them up!" I'd say
for I wanted every last detail.
Each day came to pass and
at times the world didn't seem different,
Swish! Squeal! Splash!
the sound of something
if only it were mere reality,
A freedom I only felt
when my heart could only listen?
A sound I only imagined
the outside of these walls could hear?
A song I longed to sing
at last was very near.