Just like that
They’re gone
These words
Which were my
Pillars

Bearing down
On metals
Bent
At weakened
Knees

Like steel
That’s not so
Tough
With feelings
Inconsistent

From passions
Burning greatly
Where emotion
Makes
Its mark

As floors
May seek collapse
When anger
Grows
Like fire

Within
Each tallest building
Of dangers
Meant
To break

Lasting
For our sins
Until
Those needs
Are vanquished

By destruction
Once deliberate
So the fall
Can claim
My voice,

Empty
Though confused
As smoke
Pours out
From windows

Obscured
Like what
Comes after
These flames
Are long put out.

Foundations
Left unearthed
Still prove
By fractured
Remnants

How footings
Just can’t handle
That I’ve nothing
Left
To say.

– J. Pigno