Sound
I feel like there is a hole in me
But not the hole most would imagine without context
This hole is like the one found at the face of a guitar
I use this hole to rebound every vibration sent my way
And just like the night turns to day
I know this hole is here to stay
I have a fascination with words
Some people may like the word sepulcher, or comet
But lately I have had an obsession with the word ripple
Maybe it is more of a visual than an auditory obsession
Because I picture myself as one raindrop of many
But once I make contact, I can affect a whole room
Like today there was an audience and an empty stage
And then... boom
Copyright © Matthan Atherton | Year Posted 2017
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