«If the wall could speak…» — Summary

If the wall could speak, I'm sure he'd understand. For he lives his life as I, Dropping directly onto the land. He hears the constant murmers, But has no will to see, For who would ever listen, to that white wall and me? If the wall could speak, we'd be the best of friends, Comprehension, the tightest of bonds, Fastens me tightly to him. Or maybe it's the ropes they've made, that keep me from the escape or crawl, For who would ever care for, me or that wall? But, my secret is, and keep it locked, for this is of grave urgency, Is that my wall can truely talk, but softly and only to me. The ropes they've made tight to my skin, The imprints on the wall's door, its all, Will lock them all up, as silently as sin, Unlike I, who shall be free, along with the wall.

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A lonely speaker imagines a wall as their only friend. Nobody else listens to them, so they turn to something equally ignored: a plain white wall that hears "constant murmurs" but never looks. The speaker feels a kinship with it, as if both were simply dropped onto the land and left there.

Midway through, the tone shifts. The speaker mentions ropes that seem to keep them from escaping, which suggests they feel trapped or restrained, whether literally or by other people's control. Then comes a whispered secret: the wall can talk, but only softly and only to them. That private bond becomes a source of strength.

The ending is defiant. Those who tied the ropes will be "locked up" as silently as sin, while the speaker and the wall go free together. The mood moves from isolation and quiet sadness to a hopeful, almost rebellious determination, with the odd friendship at its centre.

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