An Empty Assault

An Empty Assault My inner embers burned With heart-warming remains, That you blew away with words, Ill-conceived and lacking thought. And I sit here pressing Furious buttons of assault, And wait for a vibration and Flashing light, as you seek forgiveness. I sit and wait for explanation, For apology and sorrow. Yet, dissatisfied, I pursue Too far, and achieve too little. Empty words front My empty campaign. Driven by resentment, I seek no resolution.