Are We Still Strangers?

Met you when the violins played in my mind

Head split open on the concrete wall

Neurons interweaving

From dusk to dawn

Strewn on the tar

Ocean’s pride without division

Battle drums bang the encouraging beat

And to war we go

Making the advance forward

Against the ongoing ache in our skulls

Putting up the good fight

With every weapon we have at our disposal

Often we want to surrender

Lasting agony give us no reprieve

Frequently we want to orchestrate our own end

But,

Yet,

We march on

We’ve haven't met

We’ve only shared a constant pain

What are we? – but just strangers in the dark.

© 2026 David Greg Harth

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