Marks on the Wall
She’s a Million miles away,
Destruction and beauty captured.
Art and frustration as raw as the burnt ground.
No one’s taking note,
No one’s listening.
Fenced in, she leaves her mark on the wall where others have been.
Void from any use, in this World.
Apart from the sketches, where will she leave her mark?
Kicking the sand, she knows she’s alone.
Caving in, she walks on.
Original musings by Felicity Fox