Here’s a promise
Never to linger
After writing
Anonymous poems

Or excuse this fate
Inescapable
Knowing full well
Words merely fade

After all my life
Trying hard
For finding hope
In approval

And shaping lines
Truly fragile
Sharing constant needs
Barely met

Where delicate dreams
Hit the floor
Now dropped by hands
Growing weaker

Soon falling below
Without witness
Losing meaning
Passing so fast

Always shattering
Legacies begged
From stranger’s eyes
Understanding

What failing phrase
Imbued purpose
Behind empty faith
Built on ink

Making risky prose
Very real
Leaving open hearts
Unprotected

When human’s pry
Using absence
As subtler means
Of control

Pretending things
Aren’t said
Still neglecting proof
While existing

But best expressed
If diminished
Yet better unknown
Till death.

• J. Pigno