Religion&Father
Subject to torment,
Father tried covering with absent eyes-
are gone.
Four corners of the walls, no open air in.
The ceiling above slaps like hands reddening the skin.
Seclusion becomes a garden illusion-
picking hair for flowers,
tasting blood for oxygen.
When?
At whipping time when childhood cries bathe in?
Covers up a black handkerchief-
damask to a beating surprise.
Is it my birthday?
No.
Paddles to a sore behind.
Father,
Father,
Why did you die?
Why lie to a Catholic for Christian to cheat love in heavens sky?
You’ve only trapped me-
Inside.
JJ
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Jentendesigns 
I sincerely adore this and suspect you have more.
My best,
Thanks to your encouragement, I posted another piece of poetry today. I hope you like it.
You have noted very interesting points! ps nice web site.
That cuts right to it, doesn’t it?
Would you like to explain? 🙂
Jeni Johnson http://www.jentendesigns.net
For some reason I would not have expected this from you, very well done it touches on so many levels of religion and family, trust and failure. Very interesting.