Written for Sue Vincent’s Challenge: https://scvincent.com/2020/04/16/thursday-photo-prompt-otherworldly-writephoto/

The traveler

He looked and looked  
and he could see  
that the world  
was near empty.  
 
He did not know  
how far he’d come  
and now stuck here  
felt sort of dumb.  
 
Where was he now?  
Where should he go?  
alone in here  
how would he know?  

Oh me, oh my  
he started to cry  
Without some help  
he knew he’d die.  
 
With only one  
pair of pants  
He had to hurry  
he had one chance.  

The night grew dark 
and no one came 
he knew this was 
the ending game.  
 
He lay back down  
upon the sand  
closed his eyes and 
died on land. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry