on my knees
ON MY KNEES
CASSIUS MCPHERSON
I’ve been in this position many times before and I wasn’t looking for keys.
I was down on the floor wishing I had some more, I was searching down in my knees.
The embarrassment never crossed my mind on how stupid I really looked.
But when I finally realized what I was doing I knew then I was hooked.
I couldn’t cry out to anyone no matter how hard I tried.
I couldn’t face reality would I become a fatally of my own selfish pride.
My hands began to look like sandpaper because I wiped them across the floor.
There was nothing there but I didn’t care all I know is I needed some more.
By this time I knew life was unmanageable so I looked up toward the skies.
I got down on my knees please take this disease oh father hear my cries.
Then this calm and cool feeling came over me my whole body felt at ease.
I put my hands together I felt as light as a feather and for the right reasons I was down on my knees.
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