The magical inception of turpitude and strife
overwhelms my smitten heart with destructive pain.
The cruel essence of its smoking gun leaves my soul
bloody and torn never to be patched nor repaired.
The cold winds of suffering and icy despair blow
across the empty fields of my mind with hurricane
force making me a shadow of myself and empties
me of the joy of love that once resided there,so
that I am now left lifeless and cold forever more.
Donavon Scott Vinson
