Cleansing Rain

Cleansing Rain

A Poem by Crozby

If only you could just wash me away...


O, Sweet Rain,

Cleansing rain,

You fall without bias,

You soak any and all,

You clean everything the same.

You soak me fully,

Take the dirt with you,

And leave without complaint.

You leave me clean,

Without filth, at least,

But somehow,

Always, somehow,

I feel dirty still.

You wash away the mud,

But the memory still stays.

You take away the pain from a scratch,

But the scar doesn’t go away.

No matter how long I dance,

And play,

Among your sweet drops,

I can’t get clean.

And no matter how drenched I get,

You can’t wash away what was.

Try as you will,

Try as I will,

You can only clean what is;

The mud,

The dirt,

The filth.

But you can’t cleanse the things that were;

The pain,

The hurt,

The scars.

You can wash away the filth on my body,

But always will there be the filth on my heart.

© 2017 Crozby

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It purifies... The rain... A strongly twisted poem... Repetition and use of short meter sharpen its impact when reading... Indelible marks can remain, they remind us who we be... Beautifully painful...

Posted 10 Months Ago

As it progresses I feel great vibe with this one. Great work. Thanks for the share.
Last two lines have already been there in the poem btw, no need mentioning 'em.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Wow. I honestly have no words. This is so beautiful! What can I say? You've managed to convey complex emotions with such simplicity and clarity that I'm actually considering taking lessons from you now. Like your last poem, this one too is dangerously close to perfection. Many people completely able to connect to the thoughts conveys here. Keep writing! The world needs you!


Posted 1 Year Ago

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Added on June 23, 2017
Last Updated on September 6, 2017



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Hey, I'm Zach. Seventeen years old. R.A. Salvatore, Author of Homeland, is my hero. I enjoy writing, mainly poetry now (simply due to time, and, I admit, a growing love for it), but fantasy novels is .. more..

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