My Hands Are Rough Poem by Sheila Knowles

My Hands Are Rough

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My hands are rough
I can see the lines
and how they’ve changed their route
across my palms

and I saw you stare at them
and then at me

but I’ve nothing left to give
my skin is raw

and you’ve grounded
all the mounds
until they’re flat

but still you’re begging
and still I’ll cup my hands
and pour what’s left
upon your bloody heart

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ulrike Gerbig 12 December 2005

i could really feel this poem. thank you. u.

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Uriah Hamilton 05 December 2005

it sounds like the end of a relationship.

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