work in progress pt 1

The ground under my feet is soft.
Rain from the early morning
Has made everything weak.
I have been out in this field
For many days now.
Im not sure what town im in
Or state
Or even time zone.
The last few days have been a blur.
I awoke on a bank
On the side of the road.
One that I have not traveled on before.
For days Ive been walking
And have not seen a car
Or house.
Not even a gas station.
My memory fails me.
Trying to remember what had happened
To me.
When I awoke my head what hurting
A headache from a long night
Of drinking.
But, where was I at?
Who was I with?
My clothes where not torn
Or dirty.
So, I began to walk,
To try and find someone
Anyone
Help me get back to where
I belong.
One the forth day
I came upon a tiny little
Convienent store,
Signs on the pumps read
"OUT OF ORDER"
The windows where covered in dust.
I began to think all hope was lost
I walked up to the door.
To my surprise it was unlocked.
A chime sounded as I
Entered the dimmly lit room.
Dust filled all the shelves
And the place looked deserted.
"Hello?"
No reply.
I began to look around.
Found some food and began to eat.
Then I heard a car pull up.
Tried to look out the window
But, could not see anything because
Of all the dust.
Heard one door close.
Then the door opened.
It was an old man.
He was surprised to see me.
"What are you doing here?"
I began to tell him my story.
He told me that I had come in
A week ago,
Trying to buy cigarettes.
Not having any
I just left
And began walking down the road.
He thought for sure I would have died
From the heat.
We got into his truck
And he took me to the nearest town.
At the police station
A deputy told me that I was a
Missing person
From Portland.
Then the real journey began.