BEAZMOND'S BROKEN TUNNELS (non-rhyming sonnet)

Veils of gold that suffocate the truth down

Fragments of myself, mourning the victim

“I’ll stay here all alone again, so leave”

Ocean cries and mumbled words, bring me back

These tunnels drag all down to failure cove

Hushed echoes continue to be unheard 

Desperation rings like modernity

The victims’ cries ring like death’s final dream

Make promises you’ll forget in a week

Tell her she’s all you need; temporary 

I promise I’ll hurt you more than before

That’s all I can give to you, truth in store

Take her heart out and carve out the love, dear

I’ll soak in its glory as she weakens