Deep within the dark silent unkempt fields
of her once fertile heart grows a savagely
wild ugly garden of poisonous intertwined
thorny vines that coldly wrap around every
wondrous green stalk of joy forever corrupting
the beautiful shining fruits of happiness
planted in her quiet soul. It's strong gnarly
roots savagely branch out in all directions
evilly destroying the moist deep earth of her
mind drinking up every ounce of the sweet waters
of purity and delight until she becomes a shriveled
mass of destitution and decay belying the glorious
beauty that was the wonderful garden of her
once happy prosperous and carefree life.
Donavon Scott Vinson