The twists and turns of a dark winding road,
find fiery danger at every sharp turn.
Cruel falling rocks of painful remembrance
accost me with every step I gingerly take.
Icy heart freezing rains of pain and
terrible anguish angrily thrash me as
I walk these twisty roads through the
verdant forests of smoky memory.
Leaving me a crushed shell of the
strong and able man that I used to be.
Donavon Scott Vinson