Blood On My Knees Poem by Anne Jensen
Blood On My Knees
Supercontrol is my name
I guess it no longer means the same
Soaked and drained
My Memory is framed
Me on the floor
Always wanting more
You're hiding your face
Wont you give him som space?
The pain is the same
I scream and you blame
Created a wave
No one to save
Now that you have closed your door
I'm still on the floor
Looking at those knees
Don't come home, please
I like this, Anne. Simple and yet it touches the human tendons. Take care.
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4/24/2024 8:32:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Good title and smart way of putting thoughts into that unity of that sense of pain and the longing to be free from it. Thanks for posting.