The stress of this house

The stress of this house

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa

T he stress of this

H ouse is too much on

E veryone that lives here

 

S o much confusion

T oo much chaos

R elentless depression

E verything is falling apart

S o am I

S uffering seems all that we do

 

OF

 

T his

H ouse

I s

S tressful

 

H ope is dead here

O ut of reach

U ntil we can find a way out

S oon isn't soon

E nough

© 2008 Deborah Leah Krempa


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"Hope is dead here Out of reach Until we can find a way out Soon isn't soon Enough" Like these lines right here, this is very well written, full of anguinsh.


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Deborah Leah Krempa
Deborah Leah Krempa

Toledo, OH



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I am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..

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