#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...
He is his own follower,
Or in love with himself,
A shooting star which shines
In the cloudy day
He is that lost traveller
Who is lost in the...