Divorce

Divorce

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa

Stepped out of the mire

Right into the fire

The day I got my divorce

 

The frying pan was hot

Happy I was not

The day I got my divorce

 

I was beaten, battered and abused

Just plain tired of being used

The day I got my divorce

 

My son was molested

My husband should have been arrested

The day I got my divorce

 

I had a new boyfriend he waited outside

New bruises from him I could not hide

The day I got my divorce

 

Stepped out of the mire

Right into the fire

The day I got my divorce

 

The frying pan was hot

Happy I was not

The day I got my divorce

 

My children were crying

Inside I was dying

The day I got my divorce

 

Who would have thought that things could get worse

Unless of course I go home in a black hearse

Today I get my divorce

 

 

 

© 2008 Deborah Leah Krempa


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Unbelievable, abused by the man you ran to for help? You want to see a man go into a rage? Watch me when it comes to child molestation, and wife abuse. I hope he goes to prison. They are lower than a triple murderer. I'm so sorry. Your piece said it all. Rain..

Posted 15 Years Ago


very deep and emotinal piece really hits home since i've been through a divorce myself not really fun and drained the life out of me ... overall nice job on this

Posted 15 Years Ago


Sad and emotional, I remeber my divorce, It hurt me cause I have no clue what I did wrong he just upped and left me. To this day I wonder what I did so wrong. But your write Wow! That is so horrible to go through all that mess and pain, sorry about this.

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Added on December 9, 2008

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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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