I have been callously thrown into a dark,steamy lair
strewn with the putrid,decaying bones of my memories,
where I am tormented night and day by the dragons
of fiery despair,regret,and unconscionable misery.
I quake in mortal fear in the presence of the
flaming demons of my past,and sob uncontrollably
in the writhing throes of despondency and remorse
over the terrible things that I have done.
I bow my head in shame,and tear at my clothing
in unadulterated lament as the snarling dragons
of my memories continuously taunt me with the
atrocious pictures of the past until I can take
it no more,and take the dagger in my belt,and quickly
put an end to it all.
Donavon Scott Vinson