From the Gates of Your Father

From the Gates of Your Father

A Poem by Leslie

Here I stand
Laughing,
Pointing
At my empty grave.

There you lay
Sobbing,
Shaking
In the church of your Father.

Kill me, please,
When you stop loving me.

Here I lay
Shaking,
Sobbing
With your heart in my grave.

There you stand
Pointing,
Laughing
From the gates of your Father.

© 2009 Leslie


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Added on June 12, 2009

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Leslie
Leslie

Houston, TX



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