Momma

Abstain

Courage milk

Spins weaves of golden silk

Donne's purple attire

Primp,proper, and proud

tis only a cloud

A midair illusion

A contribution enveloped in the play

for your imagery and confusion

A master playwright of delusion

For unanimated boredom

Some frivolous consortium

Still you consume the fruit of the vine

copious amounts consumed and all is fine

Now your vitality has withered with the arrow of time

the premature depths of despair has claimed

the beauty in your eyes and the illustrious shine

of your ruby red hair

and the one's you leave behind.

So rise up I say to thee

to be the one God created you to be

And turn deaf ear to the devoutly devious

architect of slavery

if it is truly your hearts desire to be done with

the dogs of addiction

whom show up daily at your door

Lock it tight open it not and feed them

no more.

I implore you mother, as your only son

before you leave this mortal coil,this place

to honestly seek his face

and stand in the comfort of His majestic Grace..

 

Comments 9 comments

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dnofchissey 6 years ago

very nice!


Michael Achilles 7 years ago Author

Finally Sober. Thank God.


Michael Achilles 7 years ago Author

Thanks..


\Brenda Scully 7 years ago

I have to say an unusual amount of emotion is coming through here..... wonderful, i wish i could write like this


Am I dead, yet? 7 years ago

very nice, Michael. I enjoyed this very much.


Michael Achilles 7 years ago Author

Thank you


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Peggy W 7 years ago from Houston, Texas

What a powerful poem!


Michael Achilles 7 years ago Author

Thanks Tania


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tania agosta 7 years ago

... touching.

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