Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
Wagon Wheel
I am horribly imprisoned by
an inconceivable sense of reality.
The walls around my stolid heart
are covered by bloody barbed wire.
My mind is entrenched behind
a deep,dark moat of muddy thoughts.
Insanity rages and swirls through my life
like an insipid whirl wind of hopelessness.
Leaving me a broken wagon wheel of rotting
wood upon the floors of the desert.
Donavon Scott Vinson