In a time of desperation I sought hope from the love of a city to be stranded by only my loss.
All had been forgotten as I another vagrant without a home. A dream still stood and she in sight- the thought of her face kept me alive for just a fraction longer than I could only hope.
What do I do now?
The burden sunk ever so heavy to weigh amongst the concrete like a dead man's bones.
My pockets are empty as my stomach that belittles the life I wished to seek.
Here I sit to give my head to this ride and wake to another day of question- just one more time.
The crazies pass my sight with a lost hope begging for a dollar to find that struggle tomorrow and the next. What is it that got them here? Maybe I'm no different. But I still have love. My heart still beats for something.
I want her to be in my arms. She's lovely as the crisp southern air that I've breathed for the years of passing. These women keep me alive, and she gets me every time.
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