Dillwynia Poets
Above The Walls
By C.
As i look at the girls
behind cold bars
i notice their life, wounds
and scars
i wonder if there will
be an end
or if they ever had someone
they could call friend
the dirt on the paths
that they walk
resembles the way in which they talk
time and moments both
seem over rated
It's as if the girls and
the colour green could be related.
They were born with the
rights to the colours
of the rainbow
Look where they are, and what they know.