Emotional Wreckage Beyond RepairA Poem by Deborah Leah KrempaEmotional wreckage beyond repair Maybe I could pull out my hair Our marriage became a joke Thus, it seems it went up in smoke I became an emotional wreckage beyond repair Opted to leave as no longer did I care Now there he stood, with his fist in my face After he hit me, I would run and after me he would chase Like a stalker he would hunt me down, cause me to frown
We fought so many times I can't remember Red bloody lips, cuts and bruises, January through December Each time I left him, it would be the same Chastise me he would and on me he laid blame Keep your mouth shut and don't push my buttons, he would say After the beatings were through, I'd often run away God, only knows why I stayed Every nerve in my being was frayed
Beyond my control, was the situation at hand, I had no rights Escalating from arguments to full blown fights You never knew when he would blow up, you just never knew Out of cigarettes, or low on cash, any lame excuse would do Next time we fought was always worse than the time before Damned if I do, damned if I don't, finally one day I said no more
Ran with my life, beaten & battered wife, to a women's shelter I hid Escape I did, leaving him was the best thing I could do, I was on the run Payback is a b***h, no denying he got what was coming to him An a*s kicking of a different kind, as I became manic & out of my mind I was an emotional wreckage beyond repair, broke his heart & didn't care Ran with men, drank too much tequila, ran into him & said I'll see ya © 2010 Deborah Leah Krempa |
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1 Review Added on February 5, 2010 Last Updated on February 5, 2010 AuthorDeborah Leah KrempaToledo, OHAboutI 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..Writing
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