Is there a hole in my heart?
From where there use to be feeling
There is now none
Gone away
Like peace and chivalry
Life is but an empty shell
Swayed by nothing but a gentle breeze
Followed by harsh thunderstorms
And an unpredictable climate changes
I drift on a sea of thoughts and failed dreams
Yet I blame no one for my short comings
I am a man far from perfect
Yet it is my flaws that make me who I am
A Black man
A Dreamer
A Poet