Leo Yankevich - A Hater Learns About Love

After a long night of interrogation, <br />followed by a thirty-minute trial, <br />there was no doubt about it: I was guilty. <br /> <br />So with my teeth tucked in my bleeding mouth, <br />and with my jaw now wired tightly shut, <br />a guard named Peter met me at the gate. <br /> <br />Looking different than I had imagined, <br />he smiled and kicked me point blank in the balls, <br />then led me like a drunkard down the stairs. <br /> <br />The long dark corridor seemed like a tunnel, <br />one with no light to mitigate the end, <br />only a special cell the saint made clear <br /> <br />was for the good, the freedom of us all.<br /><br />Leo Yankevich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem..../a-hater-learns-abou