Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
Absence
My heart is dry and cracked,
like a dusty desert river bed.
My thirsty soul cries out pitifully
for the sweet waters of everlasting love.
My mind is crazed and confused,
for lack of emotional stability.
I am a shell of the man I once was,
for the absence of a woman's presence
in my lonesome life.
Donavon Scott Vinson