My fear
Is an act of
Constriction
Becoming
What hope
I have left

To end
Such hurt
Prematurely
By the cutting
Of blood
From my soul,

Redeeming veins
That are
Crunched
And narrowed
When losing
Conviction

Behind
These muscles
Swollen
Which sustain
What faith
Doesn’t flow

By a sudden
But dangerous
Change
Where arteries
Crushed
Cannot question

Or betray
One’s heart
As the vessel
For believing
Love
Still exists.

– J. Pigno