Was it peaceful or with intent?

When you came onto my land.

Did you wander, were you sent?

With a gun held in your hand.


I couldn't take the odds there,

You could've been a Raider.

A chemhead without care,

For the life of a simple trader.


Were you a bloodthirsty brute?

Here to gun me down in haste?

Then I simply had to shoot,

That's the nature of the Wastes.


Maybe you're a man who cared?

A brother, father, Dad.

I didn't think, I was scared!

The guilt could drive me mad.


What were you even doing here?

Were you looking for supplies?

Does your family live so near,

They could hear your final cries?


I'm sorry. I'm really sorry!

A chill runs down my spine.

Your daughter starts to worry,

Her mother says that you're alright…


But she's worried too, she just can't say.

Did your luck finally run out on this fateful day?


"I'll be just fine,"

With a smile you said

But it's the end of the line

I just shot a father d-dea…


… No. While my head and thoughts spun,

I lost sight of what's really true.

You were a lone man with a raised gun,

I was a scared girl, so I shot you.


You're a raider, some scum,

Nothing but a knave.

But I wonder, behind a gulp of rum,

Why am I digging you a grave?


...

The truth is I never knew you.

And now I never will.


((I wish this was inspired by something, anything other than true events. At least it gets the guilt off my chest and onto the paper. I can glance up and see his grave out of the very window I sit at. If you're still around my house after picking up this book... don't disturb his rest.))

~ Misty