by Mario William Vitale
Bridges bend their backs for me;
Rivers call my name;
Waters in my dreams at night
Drown out my earthly pain
Roots of trees entangle me,
Their fingers take my breath;
Darkened whirls of hours wash by,
Wringing me to death
Life's been for me a battle
And if water is its end
When your hand has pulled me from the depths
Oh please, Lord call me friend.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Mario Vitale is a poet with over 1, 000 poems towards his credit platform., Mario Vitale was born in Bristol, Ct Has developed a skill for writing poetry in the free verse form. has been featured on Hubpages.com, Starlitecafe.com & Poetry soup. Vitale lives with his elderly mother Ann Soulier in Wolcott, Ct. Currently has written well over 1, 000 poems & 2 short story's toward credit platform., Vitale has taken the poetic world by storm being featured on Google, Yahoo & MSN. Looks up to contemporaries in the poetry industry such as John Ashbery & Major Jackson., Has been a favorite featured poet reader at Barnes & Noble in Waterbury, Ct., Also featured on such sites as Poetry soup, Writer's café & Neo Poet.
Last updated June 03, 2017