#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 in his cracked mind,

he suffers through juts of grime,

his vondoo persona,

has given him way with fire,

the grits of unstolen drapes,

covers him with soiled tarps,

the crazed recaps,

leaves him with a stinging heart,

the drenches of heart that had been left behind,

because of his heroic syndrome,

his fever blared,

with a stroking snare,

the law court verdict,...