So, I sadly scribble this sonnet,
Yearning for yellow, yearn it
Coiled coldly, completely
Enveloping my emotional
Heart, hurting from the heat
That’s too tough to tear my
Skin, slyly smiling, screaming
Inside. I invalidate my ideations.
You yearn and yawn at my yoga
Bending my body backwards
Until I’m under my own umbrella of
Pain. I pin myself pointed and pristine
Knowing, knocking, you knew
Soaring streaming, screaming
That treacherous tombstone turns
My words, my wisdom wicked without
Consent, consuming and carrying my
Scorned soul