Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
No Recovery
A frosty veil of ice coats my heart with rancor.
Freezing wind blows mercilessly through my soul.
An avalanche of snow covers the slopes of my mind.
Cold hard hail pelts the landscape of my life.
Leaving me no hope for recovery from it's
disasturous result in my life.
Donavon Scott Vinson