I Am Home

I am home.
My heart beats fast,
My ten watt amp screams with distortion.
I feel the steel slide underneath my calloused fingers;
They tactically shred across the black mahogany fret board.
Nothing can bother me now,
Nothing can stop me.
The crowd's ears are filled with the jingle of melodic leads,
And crunching chords throb through my chest and rattle my teeth.
Hours go by and feel like seconds-
An eruption of finger tapping slashes through the room.
I am with the crowd,
Yet I am in my own, isolated utopia.
I am home.

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