Soul Driver

There is nothing
left in the tank.
Matches exactly
what’s in the bank.
Being running
on empty
for quite a while.
Don’t think
I am going to
make this last mile.
Chest is heavy
and forehead is wet
from using every
last drop of sweat.
All I have achieved
has brought me here.
Little consolation
to the ones I hold dear.
Nothing to show
for those years on the road.
Except for
the heartbreak that I unload.