Another poem

Here's another work in progress for my poetry class entitled "Purpose"

An honest breath
A wanting touch
Distant words
You ask too much

Weeping softly
Tears of blood
Drag my name
Through the mud

Ramshackle signs
And tumbleweeds
The open road
Fulfills my needs

Of peace and calm
Beware the tongue
Burning now
Leaves you numb

Cannot so much
As gasp or cry
Shiny cars
Gliding by

Pools of rain
Rings of fire
Should continue
But I tire

Of chasing you
I’m feeling old
While staying young
Or so I’m told

They say when
You die at last
Salvation waits
Those who pass

Sounds too good
Always does
Have faith, man
Just because