Mojave

I’m alone on a highway
Where the sun melts asphalt
Like a drifter on a desert plain
Just a mirage on the horizon
Desolation is a place without rain.

Joshua offers me little shelter
Without hesitation I humbly oblige
Sinking into the shade and sand
My hope flutters, leaving me with
Nothing on which to stand.

Parched lips, choking on fear
Sunburned and blisters peel
Slide with every breath of life
Sleeping with ghosts again
My only will is to survive.