Sonnet 4

A violent burning permeates the air
So thick and hot and raw the ling’ring cloud
A scream reverberating slow and loud
Ballistic echoes loos’d can you ensnare?

They shake the primal earth’s tectonic shelf
And driven by the deepest aching hurt
They break down all defenses well-alert
An infrastructure fracturing itself

The cracking scabs reveal the wounds within
Like veins of magma cutting through the dark
Volcanic crimson bloody red and stark
They carve the lines to where these wounds began

When time is spent to forge so strong a bond,
How else is one to feel when one is wrong’d?