A crown of thorns sits
upon my wounded heart.
My soul is compassed about
by the heavy chains
of bitter discontent.
The thoughts of my mind
are scattered and incomprehensible,
lost in the ethereal mists
of old memories.
All of the joy in my life
is devoured by the hungry lions of pain
and the ravenous tigers of disillusionment.
So that I lie in the ruins of a relationship
that has crumbled, and has been callously
stripped bare by loves loss.
Donavon Scott Vinson