A strange cacophony of disturbing thoughts,
crowd my weary mind.
Sprouting up as weeds of worrisome doubt,
to wrest my peace away.
My love's light is darkened by the sinister clouds
of stormy doubt,
hurling my loving thoughts into oblivion.
The joy of my soul is blown away,
by the howling winds of change,
and is thrown into the fiery prison of disenchantment.
Leaving my life shattered by the heavy hammer of despair,
it's sweet passion drowned in the waves of disdain,
and my heart lies ravaged by the fires of tormenting loss.
Donavon Scott Vinson