Deep within the fertile ground of my heart
a wild and savage garden grows.
Its treacherous,thorny vines intertwine
corrupting the dazzling fields of my soul.
The strong roots of despair savagely branch
out under the dark earth of my mind,and
drink up all the purity of my life until
it becomes a shriveled mass of decay to
belie the glorious beauty that once was
the wondrous garden of my life.
Donavon Scott Vinson