Rain
By TwistedVamp13
The rain comes
as I walk down the street.
In droplets it comes,
Cool, clean, refreshing,
Carrying with it the false promise of purification.
I stand,
Letting it wash over me,
Buying into the concept that
one such as me can be clean.
As its purity covers me,
I wait
for the layers of pain and sorrow to wash away.
But of course they
don't.
The rain stops,
Leaving me unchanged.
I weep then,
Hot, bitter tears filled with regret
For a life mis-spent,
And
a twisted, tormented soul.
And this rain cleanses me
As God's
never will.
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Copyright 2010 TwistedVamp13
Published on Sunday, May 9, 2010.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
Maybe this is the reason why I enjoy rain. Rain, don't even go away. I really enjoyed this. Thanks for sharing.
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A former member wrote:
I really like this piece. Your words captured me. Thank you for sharing this.