This body just
Won’t let me heal
Despite how much
It might linger
With these taunts
Of limitless symptoms
Ignored by those
Who should help

But still can’t
Despite playing God
Fooling desperate men
Who must worship
Any dollar made
Through such pretense
Claiming science
Has justified greed

When our agony
Feels more at home
Than attempts they fake
Showing kindness
From instilling fear
Like injections
Soon collecting checks
After that

All for nothing
And being sent home
Seeming gaslit now
Every second
While claiming again
“He’s so anxious”
As their way
To always dismiss

What illness prompts
Seeing truth
Behind taboo lines
Never questioned
Knowing honest help
Doesn’t settle
If believing
Answers exist

Since today
Is promising hell
Yet tomorrow
Hides every heaven
Beyond easy pills
And misjudgments
Where that emptiness
Always awaits.

• J. Pigno