A shouting man
Can’t hear
What his dreams
Are trying to
Whisper

With those fears
He often argues
At loud volumes
In each
Thought,

Always thankful
There is noise
Finding quiet
Much too
Dangerous

Where belief
Disrupts intention
Since deliberate
Peace
Should fail

By engaging
Certain whims
Like raw feelings
Based
On nothing

But disaster
Known as static
Banging drums
While God
Still talks –

Seeking help
For gnawing pain
Caused from sound
Which nearly
Itches

Between boundaries
Deemed essential
Failing lies
That plug
Both ears,

Still believing
Yells can change
What these senses
Find
Most heinous

Never learning
Daily silence
Holds our heaven
Hushed
So close.

– J. Pigno