The rain was there
to cleanse me
of sin's
not sorry for.

The air of uncertainty
fills up my lungs
and brings a tightness
to my chest.
I'm finding it hard to
b r e a t h

The rain was there
to add to
my tears -
streaking down my face -
escaping me.

A stiffness settles
in my joints
and makes it hard to move.
My muscles all are
flexed
awaiting that car crash
that never comes.

The rain was there
all around,
my pain nailed
to a bloodied post.
I am a monument
of exuberance
and filth.
Following the example
of all before.

The rain was there.
So much rain.
Cleanse me of sins
not worth dying for.
Cleanse me of my sins.

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