Really
It’s just me
Now

Left
To my own
Devices

Startled
As I am
Empty

Relieved
No help
Ever comes,

Despite
This loudest
Scream

Or cry
That’s barely
A whimper

Come lights
With sirens
Blaring

Through quiet
Thick
As that dark.

Regardless
Of constant
Need

No matter
What cage
I can rattle

Or noise
Which warrants
Attention

From bars
I gather
Are best,

When apathy
Mounts
To belief

Of death
From fears
Unspoken

Among silence
So bravely
Indifferent

Like a body
Slouched
All alone.

Perhaps
They’ll find
Me too

Upstairs
Passed out
On the toilet,

Cold
And pale
Unresponsive

After dreaming
The ambulance
Came.

– J. Pigno