Treasure Island

Genevieve Pilat

(02/1991 / New Jersey, USA)

Let the Rain


Sitting in my darkest hours
Bruised and scorned with pain
I only stop in my tracks
And pray for it to rain.

Let the rain heal my heart
And melt away the frost
Let the rain pure my love
For what I truly lost.

Let the rain trickle down
Upon my sorrowed face
Let it wash away my tears
To a far off distant place.

Let the rain clear away
The secrets that I weave
For once I wish that I can dream
And know what I believe.

Let the rain take away
All my sins and sorrow
Let the rain cleanse my soul
And give me a brighter tomorrow.

Submitted: Friday, March 29, 2013
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  • Titi Dale (3/29/2013 3:17:00 PM)

    Ah, what a beautiful poem! You wish to wash away the regrets and all those bad memories that overwhelm your soul: -) great write! Liking the rhyming: D (Report) Reply

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