A short poem I wrote a while back – which I recently used as a template for a newer one.
My mind is a wasteland of memories.
Of half-remembered skills, and unfulfilled dreams.
It is filled to the brim with relics of my past.
It haunts me.
My heart is a wasteland of passions.
Of warped, shattered desires, and atrophied talents.
It is empty, left wanting for what I could have been.
It taunts me.
My body is a wasteland of flesh.
Of neglected tissue and abused mechanics.
It’s been marked and stained by all my sins.
It rots with me.
See also:One Man Wasteland(alt. version)