Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
Cries of the Sinner
I am terminally bound
by the heavy chains of
lustful,bloody desire.
Dreams of horrible death
haunt me to no end.
My heart rages with the
fiery cries of helplessness.
My torn soul pleads for rescue
from the insipid demons that
beguile me.
My life is laid bare upon the
flaming crucible of tormenting angst,
and hopelessness.
For I am a sinner of the greatest order.
Donavon Scott Vinson