Fallout:

Caught torn in a devout sense
jaded judgements
restricting the purpose
rain clouds threaten the plains ahead
pushing on forward
with no clear understanding
of the journey ahead
wondering further on through
past falling wasted desolate times
were once smiles were free
and laughter was the best medicine
were now only echoes reside
of what was what is
pulling the coat tighter to me
huddled over as if a older man
of a lost generation
left to decompose in a corner
the struggle to be to find to see
makes one lose clarity of all that is
but none the less this walk
this fight this battle
will not forsake me
for the battle lines of your heart
though maybe drawn
do not offend me so
your curt words or paining eyes
stop me not
for at the end of it all
lays the sunshine
of a better day a better reason
a better time
to be just us
one

~x~