The rain is driving and beating me;
it pelts me like a scorned lover
and soaks me to the bone
as blood soaks the soul,
and with the same unmerciful guilt.
Wherever I go, it is there;
Whatever I do or choose,
It lives–
and closes its’ frigid grasp
around my heart
and tears it open once more.
Lovely words ❤
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