Wrong

Our normally warm and bustling home 

was broken

A mind numbing 

tinitus aggravating

awkward

silence 

Ate away at our hearts 

It was broken only by the quiet grinding

of an electronic timer

etching out the passage of time

and the occasional murmur of life

around the neighborhood

reminding us that 

life goes on 

despite our anger

Our pain is meaningless in the face of the world

but still we each cling to our frustrations

with the desperation 

of a man drowning

For...

to lose ground in this war

would mean you were wrong

and to be wrong

was just

wrong