Now it is today 2

Here I am still, waiting for something to happen. Its cold, and I cant see much. The last person who came simply declined to talk to me. The king of kings flotaed on by, he spared but a glance at my predicament.
I stand on this pedestal among the unyielding waves of angry tyrants, besieging my solitude yet offering no solution. The crust of the peak hammers on my soul sending me into mania. A feverish sleep from which few return. The beads of sweat on my brown, the chattering of my teeth...it all adds up to a shiny, quaking mess, sitting here as Ozymandias looks on in disgust. Then looks away, he has better things to do. "Look upon my withered form, ye mighty, and despair!" is all I can murmur in sarcastic tone....and its fruitless. not a whiff of recognition.
My mind is becoming my only friend, free of judgement and venom its not only my only companion, but my only true unfaltering one. Although it berates me for being so weak, is it chastizing me of spurring me on to greater heights?
'What do you mean get up? I can barely move'
'You have the power, dont lie like a cur, rise like a king!'
'Im no king, but a scoundrel, banished for my sins to this fog of woe'
'It is a prison of the mind, fear not'
'But you are my mind, how can I fear not when you advise me to break it'
Then silence.
He's left me, like all the others. Sailed off on some righteous voyage, I wonder what will become of him. My chalky knees grate together, and I wonder if things get so bad, it would not be possible to write my confession with those on this rock. But the waves would wash all away, like a tide of censorship stealing my last words.
A light in the distance, fleeting but hopeful. There again. And again. Solace? Rescue? I try to pick myself up......and away, floating dreamlike on the ocean of my soul.....it's not that hard ot imagine is it?