Sunday, April 2, 2023



Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let them flow down the streets with the rain,
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on their way past the madness.

The ocean may take them far away,
To places, we cannot even say,
Where no one recognizes their sting
Or knows the infliction they can bring.

Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.

My body grows cold from the rain.
I stand clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path down my spine
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.

I hold my head high to the wet spray.

It becomes a mist of blue and gray.
The faucet has been turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and all so right.