I’m still on the verge
Of crying
Just thinking of how
We all suffer
In hospital beds
Merely waiting
For our ending
Fate will assure

Is a tragic boast
Before death
Always claiming
Fear has rewritten
Each legacy left
Upon gurneys
Soon scarred from wounds
Time admits

Can proudly kill
Every joy
By obscuring life
Beneath illness
If sadly reached
Seeking memories
Inevitably
Faded with age

Like long lost reels
Being burned
Or shallow breaths
Breaking silence
When dialogue once
Had its purpose
But instead finds mouths
Missing voice

Wishing stories
Just weren’t so sad
For each starring soul
Facing torment
That’s promised one chance
At achieving
Before credits should roll
Going black

When infirmaries
Hide every trace
If God Himself
Might continue
Beyond these walls
Shooting movies
And their blankness
Echoing beeps.

• J. Pigno