Fingers that Type and Write

Crunch! Slam!

Smack! Bam!

Fingers that type

And write.

That still function 

Even through all interruptions.

You still type

And write.

Type and write.

Type and write.

A constant pattern

Of work and all that matters.

I come to you

With sincerity.

Truly and honestly

I apologize. 

Even now the pain

Regains its power.

Another door

Another window

Another bruise

And yet It happens again.

I move too fast,

Too clumsily

For my fingers to get free.

Then smash!

They are black and blue.

But still you

Type and write

Type and write...