A heartache is waiting to explode within
the queasy walls of my heart,
and destroy every bit of the sweet
joy residing there.
Cold,painful loss awaits the savage
withdrawal of love's comforting warmth.
The sharp razor edged shards of discontentment
are quietly biding their time with a mighty sense
of joyful eagerness to sweep away my happiness.
The great boulders of disdain and disillusionment
slowly begin to roll down the grassy slopes of
my contentment ready to crush the passion of love.
Fiery discord begins to build a blazing bonfire of
destitution within my mind.
The lightning bolts of hopelessness strike at the
fertile fields of my life with terrible fierceness,
joyfully burning my dreams until they lie in a pile
of cold,lifeless ashes.
Leaving me a cold,hopeless ship wreck of a man.
Donavon Scott Visnon
**This is a poem that I wrote about the impending demise of a
relationship that I was in years ago.
It may sound a bit presumptuous,but it is based in truth,
and the reality of that period of my life.
Please feel free to give me your honest opinion on this poem.**