vacant

the feeling i get when its cold

a brief moment away 

from the harsh reality i live in

bold is the mind i have to type these words

my parking lot of feelings that are hard to explain 

the empty canteen of hate

i want more out of this life

but it seems life wants more 

out of me

but im vacant

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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