The Great Fire Of Pittsburgh by Michael Marrotti

The Great Fire Of Pittsburgh

 

I have a smile

in the form

of a pill

Misery falls

from the sky

the perpetuity

of indecent

behavior

I have a brain

that will not

behave

telling me

to do things

that’ll make

no difference

My fellow man

is no friend

of mine

only out

for his

best interest

I’ve tried

in the past

and failed

to be

understood

They have

misconceived

all my actions

I’m plagued

by negative

impact

it’s their

course of

work

it’s what

they do

Reaching

the point

where I

question

this endeavor

My primary

concern

this waste

of time

I no longer

see a point

in speaking

these words

critical thinking

does not exist

I wanna plant

this bomb

like a delicate

flower

I wanna play

the fiddle

like Nero

and watch

them burn

 

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.