I fear this
Sudden calmness
Is proof
My faith has
Passed

Leaving me
Nearly empty
Of dreams
No God
Can save

Except for
False relief
Like a dull
And numb
Decision

To exist
As merely idle
In that fierce
But quiet
Place

Where the recess
Of my fate
Holds dark
And missing
Answers

Lying
Through my choices
Convinced
These words
Are true

From a soul
Whose mind
Is blank
Now echoing
Certain wishes

Of what real
And wasted talent
Finds death
Without such
Chance

Removed
Beyond that bliss
Of a note
Old angels
Carry

Singing
Their silent anthem
For this life
I’d barely
Known

Wondering
If my end
Is a fair
Yet easy
Question

Believing
Almost nothing
Is worth
That pain
Expressed.

– J. Pigno