Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
Defeated
My heart is battered by the torrential rains of sorrow.
My soul lies in the muddy pools of unbearable turmoil.
My mind is tossed about by the blustery winds of change.
My life lies like the crumbled ruins of a castle
in the terrible throes of utter defeat.
All because of what you did to me.
Donavon Scott Vinson