Here the air is heavy with words all jostling for space,
The centuries jumbled one on top of the other.
As the busts and stones jammer their stories from the walls,
They are cheek by jowl and end-to-end, packed into every space.
The weight of these soaring towers heavy with names
Of those remembered long after their bones have turned to dust.
Their deeds that catapulted the world forward or back;
All wanting my attention from these whispering walls,
That have their own stories to tell.