We all should
Be so damn
Lucky
To die for the eyes
Of many

Taking
What is not granted
Often
As an exit
Preferred

Passing
While we are seen
In front
Of a world
Held captive

Where crowds
Go begging
That encore
As the ambulance
Hurries away

Like bare
And suggestive
Ends
Surrendering fate
As we challenge

What modesty
Hides
From the public
When tragedy
Falsely assumes

Happiness
Staying intact
Is remaining
Alive
For a reason

Rather
Than suffering
Agony
So the fallacy
Washes away

Clenching our chest
Out of grief
That we leave
Some dreams
Behind us

But excited
To meet such closure
Cause the halo
Waited
Too long

Hating God
For His game
And the ways
He chooses
To punish

Leaving
With crowds
Still cheering
Yet hopeful
Each loser
Wins.

– J. Pigno