Submission – by Michael Marrotti

You would’ve

thought

I was attending

a funeral

by the sight

of tears

swelling up

in my eyeballs

 

This breakup

was unexpected

this death I

could never

have predicted

 

This life

which was mine

equipped with

altered perception

is now buried

with my dealer

inside that casket

 

Each day I

slowly rise

from the depths

of that burial

dirty as can be

endeavoring

to get clean

 

I used to be more

than grey skies

in the forecast

liberated from

flu like symptoms

catapulting

over obstacles

 

There was a time

when I would kill

murdering the pain

came easy

now with your death

and departure

the resource of

my pleasures

have been beaten

into submission

 

Michael Marrotti is an author from Pittsburgh with a chemical imbalance and lack of patience. His writing has propagated the small press like chlamydia in Beechview. He’s been faithfully volunteering at the Light Of Life Rescue Mission for the past three years now, the man believes in action. His chapbook is available here: https://www.amazon.com/F-D-Approved-Poetry-Michael-Marrotti/dp/153907577X

And if you need to reach him: michaelmarrotti@gmail.com