Blood On My Knees

Poem By Anne Jensen

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

Comments about Blood On My Knees

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.
I like this, Anne. Simple and yet it touches the human tendons. Take care.


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