Can this agony
Help to escape
What routines
Have rendered me
Wordless,

An obsessive fix
Feigning patience
For eternities
Normal
And dull

From their patterns
Selectively placed
Around moments
Faked
Being busy

Until feelings
Creep between gestures
While shaking
So much
I am damned –

Through that illness
Nervously shown
Like our death
Another true
Sentence,

Or its phrases
Judgment incarnate
So inspired
By fear
Where we burn?

Though weakness
Never can tell,
Such poetry
Speaks
Even stronger.

All suffering
Fires religion
Found within us
Now
When things hurts –

Only heard
As penance untold
Held against
God’s mouth
Always honest,

Leaving beauty
Besides bitter demons
Heading back
Towards home
Missing flames.

• J. Pigno