Wanderer
by Ruben Lottle
The weary travler walks
Step by step, enduring pain
Ignoring their desert sun scorched body
And, out of desperation, crawls
to salvation, a painted illusion, death.
Then another came,
and with them, brought life
The travler swam in their oaisis
quenched the pain,
and laid, spent, in the shade
But, the other left,
seeing not the travler,
but another mirage,
death, who lost hope
left, to bare, again alone, the desert sun