The Self centered man
#WritcoPoemPrompt22
He drops on the sandy folds,
Of a deathly bed,
A lost traveler of a mighty desert,
Parched throat, cracked skin,
He is his own Messiah,
Or another vagabond victim...
Running in the jungle
Practically everyone's prey
But all that he can do
Is keep running till the dawn of day
© Shulker 300
He drops on the sandy folds,
Of a deathly bed,
A lost traveler of a mighty desert,
Parched throat, cracked skin,
He is his own Messiah,
Or another vagabond victim...
Running in the jungle
Practically everyone's prey
But all that he can do
Is keep running till the dawn of day
© Shulker 300