atone
You hear the distant calling of thunder
a sound that shatters you, glass
that holds you in place
sharp fragments
permanent words you won’t let go of
even as they cut into you.
A song sung to the sky
as debris falls on you
and dust casts up
a fog that clouds
even the rumors.
Ah rumours. Dangerous and foreboding as gathering clouds. Words spoken or written…permanent. Is a word thought as powerful? Sometimes I think it is…it colors our aura. And it’s like a gateway drug. You must think it before you speak it or write it. Once spoken or written it becomes REAL-er. Irretractible. So it all comes down to the age old question of how to control our thoughts. Almost as impossible as controlling a rumor. Nice one Matt. My mind went all over the place.
Words as a gateway drug … leading to heavier stuff, like ideas … All too true.
Is this yours? I like this one alot
Thank you, Isha, yes I wrote this!