(3/16/60 / Macungie, PA.)

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Not Anymore

I used to open the door
at Dunkin Doughnuts for a pretty lady
just to have it slammed in my face
not anymore

I used to go to work
work hard like a jerk
then get belittled degraded
not anymore

I used to love the sweet aroma
a fresh scented daffodil
in a morning with dew still on it
not anymore

I used to breathe fresh air
watch the smoke stacks rise up
to the clouds high in the sky
not anymore

I'm losing faith
my breath ceased
I was alive
not anymore

Submitted: Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, February 13, 2013


Comments about this poem (Not Anymore by Matt Mondschein )

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  • Gajanan Mishra (2/13/2013 5:20:00 AM)

    Fine poem. I used to breathe fresh air. thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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