#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 swirling sands,
A nomad seeking refuge from the scorching sun,
He is his own Messiah,
Or another vagabond...