Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
Prognosis
My heart bears the heavy burden of great sadness.
Deep within my soul languishes in the fiery pits
of self pity and sorrow.
Anguish tears at the walls of my overwhelmed
and tremendously burdened mind.
Terrible suffering wracks my body tearing me down.
The diagnosis is simple the doctors say,
but the prognosis is not so good.
For your heart has been broken and cannot be repaired.
Donavon Scott Vinson