I remain only partially tied to this world
An empty shell of my former self
In this desolate wasteland
All hope of rescue was lost long ago
Yet I stay firmly planted to the dusty ground
I was waiting for something
But I can no longer remember what it was
Something important
Maybe someone
I can't recall the taste of food
Nor the feel of cool water running down my throat
The harsh sun beats relentlessly down
Cruel winds push dirt up into my stinging eyes
Maybe I've been forgotten here
In this endless expanse of nothing
Or possibly this is my hell
Punishment for a lifetime of trying too hard
But still always failing to be good enough
Suddenly I feel a pull
Something has changed though I'm not exactly sure why
I feel like someone is coming to save me
They will be here soon
I may have thought this very same thing before countless times
But this time I can't be wrong
There is no way I can be stuck here forever
I'll be here
Why?
I'll be waiting... here...
For what?
I'll be waiting... for you... so...
If you come here...
You'll find me.
I promise.
Author notes
Just randomness. The last part is from FF8 for people who didn't know. It's been awhile since I actually sat down and wrote something so I may be a bit rusty. I'll probably come back and work on it more later but I have to get ready for work now.
Please tell me what you think
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In the middle I sort of feel like I'm seeing the perspective of a gunslinger. Actually, a lot of the imagery in the poem call to mind a western/Tower type vibe.

