Forcing One's Way Through

When forced to cobble together an alliterative poem in five minutes. I haven't forced alliteration into a poem since I was a kid.

A camel cuts through the Kalahari,
A windy waterless wasteland
Of sorts.

Behind it a sun scorched sojourner,
mystified by a myriad of mirages
that mirror false hopes;
forces his way through the sand
hoping to hit desertland's end.