#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.

Lost amidst the dunes' dance,
Underneath a merciless sun's stance,
He whispers prayers to the wind,
Hoping salvation it may send.

But the...