Under the cold,stony silence of a malevolent full moon
I slowly trod the tracks of terrible destitution
seeking a reprieve from this horrible misery.
The stars smirk down upon my slow voyage
through the stormy seas of this disenchanted
farce that I call my life.
Howling winds of discontentment visciously
whisper into my ear telling me that nothing
will ever change nor is there any hope for joy.
Frosty icicles of pain dangle from the worn down
walls of my despondant heart to remind me
that love shall never come my way.
My lamenting soul is coated by a thick coat
of overpowering hopelessness.
The dissillusioned chambers of my mind are
savagely wrecked by mad thoughts of suicide
til I can no longer cope with the misery
that is my life without you.
Donavon Scott Vinson
