The Storm Troopers came -
destroyed pavilion, cloister,
waterfall, all bombed out of
existence; watched wanton
destruction as my mind lost
contact with reality - & their
volleys fired constantly and
head wounds are causing
such pain that miserable
despair takes over every-
thing, the attack continues;
I’m bound and gagged in
this prison, forced to watch
dismantling of my citadel -
everything I cherished lost;
mute I regard my torturers
as my life’s work goes up
in flames, sacrificed upon
the altar of hatred under a
cloak of efficiency; pain in
my heart and head such a
misery, but my tormentors
gleefully toast the demise
of the most beautiful part
of My Little Universe…
[3 August 2019]
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