Lost confidence

(…don’t know what you done to me,
but it’s something and it’s bad and
I get impulses to stab my hands, to
to see my blood, pains away pain,
I want dye away from this shame
you’ve put on me…)


(Confidence, betrayed –
is confidence lost! You may
still talk to each other “like
the civilized people you are”.
It’s the world of phrases:
“how are you”,
”fine”, etcetera…)

I had a friend. I’ve lost him. He lost
me. I found some lines I had wrote
and it looks as if he hurt me so hard.
Now I can’t remember what he said
that was so terrible. But he’s gone.

I miss him.

röd ros törnkivst




(the poem is retouched April 2017)

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