still my fingers lie
over the keyboard,
mute witnesses to
the carnage in my mind.
poker-hot anger gives way
to dull pain and frustration
as i survey the fall-out
of yet another war.
your words, guided missiles,
unerringly finding the targert.
my defences crumbling,
withdrawel into sullen silence
my bunker of survival.
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A very vivid description of disintegration. Bob