Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
Agony
My heart lies in the bitterly
cold ashes of terrible despair,
all vestiges of hope have been
utterly destroyed crushed upon
the razor sharp rocks of utter
defeat, and the poisonous vines
of destitution and agony have
wrapped themselves around my
soul ripping away my desire to
carry on.
Donavon Scott Vinson