I have never been
Healthy or happy

But at least there is
Plenty to say

About suffering long
Without answers

Like this pain
All poets should know,

From eternities
Wasted in waiting

Like a time loop
Spent hearing doctors

Talk down towards those
Always writing

Inside their heads
Getting judged –

For decay can’t hurt
If you’re feeling

Still more than most
Ever wondered

Could sustain such words
While resenting

Yet another good day
They might have,

Unlike ourselves
Merely yearning

When we grieve what’s lost
Feigning solace

But entirely ruined
Making money

Since born as souls
Breaking down

These shallow walls
Rebels breach,

Merely seeking death
Prematurely

Or another good line
Going crazy

When kissing that muse
Bearing knives.

So torture me now
Using terms

And accepting life
Keeps repeating

For creating verse
Means destroying

Every hope enjoyed
By the rest.

• J. Pigno