Ash Roberts Poet Free verse

I hate chores

Taking hours to clean a pile of dishes
Sweeping up crumbs I didn’t even drop
I hate chores
Pushing a vacuum over and over
Forcing sheets to fit a bed
I hate chores
Wiping a toilet until it glistens
Struggling to carry a heavy mop bucket around
I hate chores
Waking up in the morning
Inhaling and exhaling every second of the day
I hate chores.
Socializing and masking
Seeing the world get darker as time passes by
These chores consume me
Trying to be different
Trying to be the person people expect me to be
I hate chores.
I’ve been given a gift
I try to be grateful
But it feels like a chore to carry this gift
For the love of god, I hate chores.

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Beata Agustin August 20, 2025 at 4:56 AM Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.