Emotional Wreckage Beyond Repair

Emotional Wreckage Beyond Repair

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa

Emotional 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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This is such a sad story that so many people unfortunately go through. I love the rhyme scheme and everything flowed so perfectly. Great job.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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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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