My heart is pierced by
fiery arrows of disdain,
and tragic loss.
The furnace of my soul
is alive with fiery flames
of insufferable misery,
and tormenting discontent.
My mind suffers with a whirlwind
of the most horrible thoughts.
As insidious and vile visions
torment me at every turn.
Making my life a savage lassitude
of insipid tragedy that is beyond
the help of any human.
Leaving me no hope of solitude and
peacefulness in this life without her.
Donavon Scott Vinson