My thoughts
Are a little
Disjointed
In this mind I think
They’ve broken

With the clarity
Smashed
From their judgments
Using hate like stones
Against glass

By an enemy
Fearful of mirrors
Whose existence
Proves
I am different

When reflecting pain
Like a window
Showing freedom
Is hope
They can’t see

Or a dream out there
Among pastures
So bold
And refreshingly
Different

Each daybreak
Offers them nothing
But a sunlight
Shined
On their dread

As bigotry
Learned
Is an object
Employing doubt
As its bargain

Obscuring
Happiness granted
Through clouds
We suffer
As rain

Much like hurt
Where I split
As a fractured
Whole
Without reason

Coming apart
Every second
My faith
Is shattered
By grief

Remembering
God has a plan
If only
I’m open
To asking

As long as art
Is the question
Of a silence
Begging
My wish

That memories
Happy
And sad
All become one
Before ending

And the words
I’ve spoken
In verses
Brings us back
To this place

Sometime
Before it is done
Together
As we are
Written

One lasting phrase
Of our choosing
By the piece
My life
Cannot sort.

– J. Pigno