I sit here looking at a wall
Wondering what it says
It sees everything
Eyes to an open book
Facing the change
In the mind of the insane
A meer cackle in the voice of the meek
A change embued with hate
Power, and malice
Contorting the inept with no hesitance
Steel grip on the heart with no soul
Caliced as a rock on a snowy field
White, without life
Color drained from it veins
Throbbing left at a slow murmur
Inside, I have died
well this has moments of complete obscurity for me... i guess, for the most part this piece is talking about the wall but i think you bookend the piece talking about yourself and well... id almost write you out of it myself.
you bring an interesting idea to the piece though... if these walls could talk... its a line/idea that is thrown around a lot but i dont think ive ever actually given it much thought.
i know if my pillow could talk i would be in trouble and a whole lot of people wouldnt be liking me very much anymore lol.
what interests me most of all though is that walls are still able to stand and give strength with all these things it has witnessed.
i think you should pay some attention to punctuation and maybe think about your use of line breaks to make the piece more interesting to read.