Incoherent pictures flash across my wavering consciousness
rattling the silvery cobwebs of my ancient memories
causing them to eerily dance as phantom shadows across
the dark wavering skies of my polluted mind.
Like storm clouds upon the horizon they build
and swirl across the vast fields of my weary brain
til the burst like fireworks of pain and joy
to remind me that my life was not spent in vain and
that it was truly worth something after all.
Donavon Scott Vinson
