to the grave
peace will come
when her
inebriated body
is deposited
inside the ground
May the next toast
be your last
and with it
all the future torture
of a drunken life
self-severing and
self-sufficient
You can only push
people so far
now I'm across
state lines
in a better place
free of abuse
Your only son
or the bottle
you've made
the choice
Enjoy that vodka
until the end
it's all you have left
those twelve steps
brought you back
to the beginning
A son without
a mother
who tried diligently
to make it better
but in the end
had to face the facts
He'd never be
as significant
as the bottle
Author Bio:
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.