I’m asking still
For some hope
Despite how fate
Never answers
And defying God
In the process
Of seeking days
Better lived

Letting illness
Darken my way
Wishing miracles
Not really worthy
Could battle fears
Almost certain
Even heaven exists
Just to gloat

Where hell remains
Only sane
Seeing those removed
From what’s normal
Now enjoying pain
Always present
By agreeing
Happiness hurts

Since doubt consumes
All attempts
When trying hard
At forgetting
These simple needs
Merely human
Like a dream
With having some kids

Feeling bad
But keeping it real
Finding strength
Such anger inspires
Through experience
Denying things basic
Hardly blessed
But very secure

As us cursed
Are always denied
Daring death
Yet punished intently
Being artists
Honestly broken
Sickly speaking
Truth’s crazy words.

• J. Pigno