Hollow Body

My own guitar makes the sound of an unheard cry.
Weeping past frets and frets of misery tonight.
My fingers somehow manage to press the steel strings.
Against the wooden neck, my calluses bring
a smooth glide. The song of warriors life passed.
Fought and fought for an end. Fought and fought for
his love. His pride reins the hollow body acoustic.

Author's Note

guitar related i guess you could say

Reviews

[J.E. Stroud]

I like it...it's very pretty and has a nice flow.

[Weaza]

I really liked it :] and I play a guitar so I like the simalarity to the guitar and the life. Good job