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Please Take Me Home

They had him
Tied to a gurney
Under lamplight
Bright
And intrusive
As he begged
In the glare
Of its blindness
For the nurses
To return him
Back home

Pleading
As if he’d been
Punished
So the ER staff
Could release him
As the crowds
Did gaze
At his protests
For freedom
From the sentence
He’d served

Without guilt
No other
Than sickness
And affliction
Which rendered him
Innocent
As the cause
Of his obvious
Torments
And perhaps
All the ones
That were not

As I gathered
The instant
I saw him
Tearing
On the bed
Just adjacent
And swallowing lies
Much as I’d been
For a lifetime
To amount
Just to this  

As it happened
Each night
In that clinic
Where the truth
Of our ills
Came to surface
And the cost
Of our sins
Were made equal
In the moments
That passed
Without joy

As a limbo
Of impossible
Futures
And the numerous
Hopes
We’d been fearing
By explanation
Of nerves
Without reason
Other than
The promise
Of choice

Squandered
By looking
For answers
In the pain
Which restricts
Our achieving
A consciousness
Immersed
In each moment
As it yearns
From the second
We’re born

To be free
And exhale
Expectation
That life
Is best served
To its masters
Made of devils
And pride
In this image
Of a place
We all seek
To belong

Like halls
In that hospital
Mourning
What brief
And such precious  
Potentials
Are vilified
As thrills
Of one minute
When in fact
They allow us
To breathe.

- J. Pigno