Michael Marrotti is an author from Pittsburgh using words instead of violence to mitigate the suffering of life in a callous world of redundancy. His primary goal is to help other people. He considers poetry to be a form of philanthropy. When he's not writing, he's volunteering at the Light Of Life homeless shelter on a weekly basis. If you appreciate the man's work, please check out his blog:www.thoughtsofapoeticmind.blogspot.com for his latest poetry and short stories.
'Condemnation'
The threat of jail
is right around
the corner
This life
of leisure
could end up
in chains
No matter
where I travel
or what I do
persecution
lurks in my
shadow
Walking a fine line
between these
two cages
the free spirit
in me wants
to destroy my master
As I walk these
streets of injustice
breathing in the
free air of an
enslaved world
I know in this
heart of hatred
their mind's
are made up
The judgment
is guilty and will
forever remain
the same
Poet Michael Marrotti
I'm planting
flowers to
watch them
die
Growing
closer to
death
each
passing
season
Learning
from the
chaos
of a
dead end
road
yet not
moving
ahead
A disenchanted
life of imminent
disasters
no end in sight
until I expire
The meaning
of existence
is an answer
I no longer seek
Peace is
sleeping
amongst
the worms
at one with
mother nature
'Misery Of Living'
On a first
name basis
at my
hometown
pharmacy
Solace
is an
orange
bottle
that says
I still have
five refills
remaining
The same
faceless
people
accompany
me on the
trolley
I've witnessed
the benefits
of Christianity
at the
Light Of Life
but God is
still a stranger
All alone
amongst
the crowd
people carry on
like it makes
a difference
I failed
at the
wrong place
at the
right time
Travelled
every zip code
to find what
I was after
She was right
next door
to stitch
my wounds
of misery
I needed shelter
from the cold
streets of Dormont
I feel at one
when I'm in
her presence
In a way
I've conquered
the misery
of living
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