Tempest

I’ve spoken to wasted faces

In tasteless places

Cursing the cracks in the ceiling

For letting the rain drip

Down my shirt

Where it hurts

From a rib cage

As thin as the skin that encases

My soul

A black hole

As dark as my coffee

As rich as gold

Surrounding my heart

Just as dark

Yet ambitious and strong

For a life where the fractures

Above my head

Let it in not the rain

But the sun.