Intertwine (Sonnet) Poem by Sydney La Roche

You, with the turbulent spark in your eyes,
Disgrace me with counterfeit decorum;
And feed me with your artifice and lies.
My eyes shut tight, I approach the forum...

Of mindlessness and enduring anger;
Invalid species of silicon heart,
With nothing discussed but benign matter;
Vacant voids with feeble fibs to impart.

Yet an evening star sears in your being:
An eternal love that shines through the storm.
Although your mind's sealed, your spirit's fleeing;
They long for rebellion and reform

And when grief, ruin and truth morph your mind,
Perhaps one day our hearts will intertwine.