Only If the Walls Could Speak Black & White — Plain walls fickle my thoughts, To paint them, to scribble them, Embellish them with poetry, of unheard voices, of unheard screams. As firm as they (walls) may look They still urge to be breakable. To let the world know What lies behind the bars Of unspoken, the world unseen. How it’d like to be quiet And hold on so much, So much to an extent Just Behind the bricks