Behind walls.

How can buildings stand so tall and proud

when they are home to a species of such evil?

Their architectural walls deceive those who 

pass by, totally unaware of the inhabitants inside.

An empty house could stand for many years

unnoticed and ignored.

Yet it could be holding an eternal secret

which may never be discovered,

as the walls eventually crumble

and become the dust of the earth.

Some may stand noble and attractive,

yet their owners may be swines.

Those that go unnoticed,

fitting in

with each other; 

a clone to the house next door.

The residents attempting 

to be perceived as 'normal'.

Lines of streets, clusters of villages.

Everyone locked away, hiding their secrets,

whilst they prepare to betray the outside world.

Dishonest people. 

They become two different portraits of the same

mind, on the opposite sides of a door.

A leaky roof, broken windows,

vintage wallpaper pealing off the damp walls

revealing memories and stories

which remain forgotten.

Humble people, scientists and writers

disappear with time 

as the walls which once held their secrets

collapse and dissolve before their

true stories can be discovered.

Marble, I perceive, covers a multitude of sins. 

― Aldous Huxley