averted

half of life feels to me like we remind ourselves
of our beliefs
our rights
our sorrows
how God really is
the deal behind the scenes
our hopes

and i find myself in a fight to hold on to
what i know
digging around for it in the crap piled on top
trying to look behind the glasses
that hide the window
thinking myself through the rubble
of judgement, giving up on what is right
and the fog created by the demon of non-compassion.