Memory in a barren wasteland

In this barren wasteland of my heart,
There seems to be no end and no start,
I walk in these lands with a wound that doesn't heal,
No one here to see my pain, my ordeal.

I walk past the crumbled ruins of my memories,
of times happier, untainted with anxieties,
No sign of a single living thing,
like the soul of a defeated king.

I search for you, but I try and fail to even recall your face,
Disgrace, the only memory, and the touch of your embrace,
But who are you?
Through these ruins, why do the winds whisper your memory through?

Far to the distant horizon, head my aching conscious feet,
As if to keep a promise , a vow made, discrete.
This journey is still not complete,
But I am going to find your name, find you, till then I will not fail, will not accept defeat.