Poem – Misery Of Living (By Michael Marrotti)
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‘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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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 book, F.D.A. Approved Poetry, available at Amazon.
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