November 11, 2016
Imrith Rode America
Wish I Could've Given More
His back laid flat on the bus stop bench.
With his legs slightly bent.
Because the armrest in the middle was designed to prevent anyone from sleeping there.
I wanted to have a seat beside his feet so that my spirit would give his warmth.
I decided to rest my tired legs in another place.
Where I wouldn't disturb the only thing that this man had, which were his dreams.
The great artist was beginning to paint a dark canvas in the sky.
Even though the celestial lantern lit up in a flame and started to shine.
Shadows still seemed to surround this sad little bus stop in the centre of a downtown Los Angeles street.
Than this corporate suit and tie stomped his way over to the hopeless man.
Woke him up and kicked him out, w...