In the face of the wasteland,
The uncertainty to come,
Left alone in emptiness,
This wasteland I find myself in.
Wasting away in the searing sun.
Defying my Gods in the wasteland.
Clearing my past.
My memories return.
Painful reminders of my many mistakes…
They pierce my soul.
Remind me of the failures,
Reminds me of existence.
In the wasteland of being.
Barren, dry and dead.
Moving on and searching for the oasis ahead.
Making my path forward.
Trying to kill the memories.
All my memories.
To wipe my mind to a blank state.
To stand. Within my empty mind. To face a barren wasteland.
Rather than the piercing wind of memory.