Dead To Me by Michael Marrotti


Dead To Me

When I said
the words
to me
I meant it

It’s not my fault
you kept living
Reaching back
Reaching forward
Reaching for
that is no longer

An abstraction
Two different

There’s not enough
watts in this bulb
to shine on this
gloomy situation

Not enough rational
for the unreasonable
events before me

Patience is a virtue
I’ve never possessed
Right now
I’m being passive
Passing the life
that’s behind me


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 for his latest poetry and short stories.

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