BLOG 258: WE ARE STRANGERS INSIDE THESE WALLS…

Well, it’s 9 o’clock here on Ash Watson Poetry, and that can only mean one thing: poetry.

I wrote this poem at 4 o’clock this morning. Weird, I know. I havent been sleeping great, and annoyingly, a poem popped into my head as I was nodding off. And, here it is. This  piece is called We are strangers inside these walls…

I hope you enjoy. Remember to leave your thoughts in the comments section below. See you all here at the same time tomorrow!


We are strangers inside these walls…

You’re fixated on everything but me
and I’m fixated on you,
wondering if you’ll ever fixate on me.
We are strangers inside these walls,
and I feel like making them fall,
if they could ever fall for me.
It would be hard to fall for me.

And I will never be the art,
I am brick. I am a concrete heart.
I am a ghost with beautiful scars.
You are Sunday morning music
that has never seen the dark.
And you fixate on everything but me.


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