The putrid stench of decay hovers
over the rotting corpse of my heart.
The heavy spike of pain is driven
through the walls of my soul.
My mind is set aflame by the torch
of terrible destitution.
My life is a tumultuous exercise
in unending futility.
Leaving me to lie in the dark,
sordid grave of loneliness where
the light of day never penetrates.
Donavon Scott Vinson