These are the days
Uncertain
Which separates truth
From ambition
And demands of souls
Their intentions
Outside what work
Can achieve

By victory
Clouding each way
That allows such hope
Turning dangerous
Through successes
Grown ever doubtful
When contentment
Passes for God

Forgetting how faith
Must begin
Where life gives way
Under pressures
As pain itself
Offers substance
Beyond false worlds
Fear creates

If connecting death
With belief
Like our coming fate
Soon surrendered
To some pretense
Weaker than feelings
Still mutually lost
Being pushed

Against madness
Love shouldn’t guess
Since heaven’s test
Means persisting
Despite those tears
Nearly pouring
After learning time
Never waits

Yet encourages
Failing so hard
Always savoring
Moments forgotten
Through memories
Better accepted
Forgetting now
Should exist.

• J. Pigno