Your attacks:
rat-a-tat-tat,
an empty gun
releasing blanks,
a barrage
of useless words.
Empty barrels,
barren mouths.
Billowing smoke
from a gaping wound
where long ago
there was a
sparring mind.
All I hear:
rat-a-tat-tat,
the echo’s
of hollow promises,
all empty
and in vain.