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..
© 2009 Michael Achilles
Comments
dnofchissey on November 18, 2009:
very nice!
Michael Achilles (author) on August 15, 2009:
Finally Sober. Thank God.
Michael Achilles (author) on August 15, 2009:
Thanks..
\Brenda Scully on August 15, 2009:
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? on August 15, 2009:
very nice, Michael. I enjoyed this very much.
Michael Achilles (author) on August 14, 2009:
Thank you
Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on August 14, 2009:
What a powerful poem!
Michael Achilles (author) on August 14, 2009:
Thanks Tania
tania agosta on August 14, 2009:
... touching.
