Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
Bonfire
It is a festering canker sore oozing,
and bleeding in my heart.
An icky,slimy piece of rotting fruit
upon the floor of my mind.
It lies wasted and rotting as a corpse
upon the graveyard of my life.
For love has become a pile of flaming timbers
making its way out of my life like the floating
ashes of an emotional bonfire.
Donavon Scott Vinson