Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
Frozen
Frozen and icy is my frigid heart,
my soul is austere and frosty
as a cold winter's day.
The thoughts which course through
my brain are broken icicles, and
my life is a glacial ocean of
bitter despair.
For the sunny warmth of love
has been snuffed out by the
cold northern winds of death.
Donavon Scott Vinson