Taps of pure delight

Your finger taps the screen with pure delight
I hear you laughing from the living room
I think you are engaged in virtual fight
or turning back the tides of withering doom
As to my struggles, you are blind,
your ears are filled with distant clangs of war,
which sacrifice, is paying me noe mind,
even as I leave, and shut the door.
Did you not notice where your true fight lay?
It was a against your own soul, every night,
where eyes were turned against the trapping screen.
Did you not notice my complete dismay,
as I wondered who of us were in the right?
As I wondered, what our unity had been?