Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
Hope Defracted
The wavering lines of hope are defracted
by the fiery prism of reality.
My passion for life is snuffed out
like the dying flame of a candle's
warm,cheery light.
My soul is a decayed piece of rotting meat,
left out in the hot summer sun.
My heart is morbidly bound by
the terrible barbed wire of pain.
Leaving me a wretched and decrepit creature,
left longing for the peace of death.
Donavon Scott Vinson