Living With Mr. D

Living with a changed man.

 

When did you become Mr. D?

Eyes dark and hateful stare at me.

Charming you used to be.

A drunk you are now.

The man I married is gone.

Was he ever real?

Disguised as someone you're not.

When did you become Mr. D?

Drill master hissing out orders.

Discipline was harsh if felled to obey.

Disloyal you are.

Sleeping with any girl you can.

Your nothing but dirt.

Brightness has faded.

Desperate eyes look at me.

Are you feeling hopeless?

Welcome to my use to be world.

Your voice is like a dial tone to my ears.

I no longer will listen to your demands.

A stronger woman stands before you.

You can no longer disintegrate me.

Dust particles you have become.

The only D I want from you is a divorce.

Good-bye Mr D, the devil from hell!

Author's Note

This poem came about sunday when I saw a title in my sunday school book Dail D for desprate! Tell me what you think! Thank you, and honsty will not hurt my feelings!

Reviews

[ShaneBerry]

this was eloquently put and very sharp. it was an attack on Mr D. and i liked it very much. thank you for sharing this very smart and witty poem.
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[Dream Weaver]

Very descriptive for the evil that men do..
Altough I know some women who could be
a Mrs. D as well.. nicely done...

[Michael X]

wow, the flow is sweeping and well defined, your words wisk the reader into
the emotion of the moment, I completely feel where this poem comes from,
indeed, no one should be a victim of control, the poem, passionate and stunning

[Valentine]

Been there lived through this..just barely..it almost left me dead..Now 1000 miles awy I am free of him..but memories die so slow..Kathie