Fallen for

The dust falls down from the sky,
as the last soldier opens his eye,
standing and removing his helmet last,
seeing the blank land from the blast,
rubble and broken towers stand,
blood drips to the stone from his cut hand,
wrapping it up and gathering his things,
picking up his gun as his hand stings,
using it to assist his straining walk,
nothing around him he begins to talk,
assuring himself that he will make it though,
nothing left of his friends in his crew,
leaning against the wall of a tower built,
still alive after it all fills him with guilt,
turning the gun towards his own head,
thinking about why live when all is dead,
something moves through the dust,
he turns the gun as he cannot trust,
the wind blows revealing a woman with tears,
looking at her all bad hope for the world disappears.