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Thursday, September 8, 2016

Michael Marrotti Poetry From Pittsburgh


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


'Disenchantment'

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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