Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
The Despairing Fool
Tragedy wraps its stony fingers
tightly 'round my putrid heart,
leaving me to live life without peace.
Thoughts of horrible death swallow
all hope of survival.
Morbid torches of fiery corruption
consume the goodness of within my soul.
And my disillusioned mind is accosted by
the fiery arrows of terminal discord
and unenviable strife.
Illicit desires drive me to do terrible things,
and cruelly remove all sense of normalcy
from my cold,dark existence.
Leaving me to roam the world a helpless,
lonely,dark despairing fool.
Donavon Scott Vinson