Believe me
When I say
This heart is about
To expire
From beating wrong
When it hungers
And slowing down
In my sleep
As verse
Just doesn’t express
What little breath
Can accomplish
Through uncanny dreams
Now waiting
At the end
Of a failing pulse
Indistinguishable
From death
Or some life which waits
Thereafter
Each time that skip
Surprises
My rhythm
Still in tune
But dancing
During rest
Like escaping days
Uneasy
Through surrender
Proved eternal
If I never wake
At all
Simply passing
On my chair
Feeling lighter
Than these burdens
Floating gently
Above nothing
Some would call
His journey failed
Since existence
Hurt too much
Weighing profit
Over persons
Deeming value
More important
Than the soul
Which suffers blame
Halting rhythms
Spoken fast
Through this stroke
Of throbbing phrases
Spilled from veins
Inside my inkwell
Where depression
Bleeds its terms
Showing patterns
Always synced
Until morning
Steals with envy
These few words
I’m left expressing
Before dying
As they break.
– J. Pigno
