Tuesday, December 3, 2013


It used to be enjoyable
It used to be wonderful
Something i used to look forward to
I don't try
I don't make that special effort
I don't bother dressing up and getting pampered.

It has become an afterthought
It has become a walk in the park
It has become something that i can do without
Don't ask why
I don't get satisfaction
It just died
Died an unatural death
I can't apologize
That doesn't feel right
It has become
It is just a chore.

©thelma migue, 2013

A cizoepoetry collection

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