#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...

What can we do in these perilous times, laws; restrictions attached, rules to be followed. Hard and challenging times ahead.

What lies in the future, uncertainty where we're heading, the direction unsure.

When does all this end?

Now, that is the question.

Nobody knows.


© JB8860

#WritcoPoemPrompt22