Shackled

I live each day
For God
Even though things
May not
Seem it

When yielding
To these anxieties
Which keep me
Shackled
At home

Believing
Only in prayer
As the power
To what may
Question

Answers
For a soul
Left begging
This miracle
Which never appears

Like damges
Already done
From years
Of faithful
Service

To a dream
With martyred
Chances
For tomorrows
Always at war

Within
This deepest trench
Obscured by
Shells
Now empty

Teeming
With painful remnants
Of bullets
From a past
Which kills

Knowing
The fault is mine
Regardless
Of best
Intentions

Or sincerest hope
And wishes
To escape
These cannons’
Bursts

As they riddle
An ashen sky
With dark
And powdery
Fragments

That scatter
And line
Our faces
Like debris
Of fallen worlds

The ones
Our hurt creates
By destroying
Risk
Of happiness

Expecting
Routine disaster
Among ruins
We make
Ourselves

Fearful
I may just end
When life
Might grow
Too pleasant

Passing
From sudden illness
As the smile
Just reaches
My face

Cause mom
I’m going to
Travel
For I want
Such desperate freedom

From images
Of constant
Heart attacks
Amidst rides
And moments of fun

Thinking
I’ll break that nerve
Which tethers
Me down
Regardless

Of defeat
By frequent submission
To the safety
Of remaining
In place.

– J. Pigno

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