I was left behind on a desert road
that was never mine to travel,
where dust devils spat sand in my eyes,
and taunted my staggering advance.
I suffered their mocking whirl,
felt them parch my waning spirit,
relishing my desperation
and snickering at my slow demise.
But I left my faltering footprints
embossed in the burning tarmac
and with poisonous blood
I signed my name in the cracks.
I condemn you to notice
my bleached broken bones
on the side of the road
whenever you pass them by.
I mercilessly haunt you
with flickering glimpses
of longed for destinations,
I make sure you will never reach.