The First Rain Poem by Alexander Downie

The First Rain



The first cold rain came today failing to wash sick sins away,
the poison that blackens my veins, too old, too thick, dragging me back to the dark.
Loss without reason, an ugly old dog with an old rotten bone and old snarling teeth,
not willing to give up truth to light or deal with the sickness it reaps.

A safe place means nothing when you’re alone in a bed on cold, cold nights,
loneliness smothers new beginnings, leaving you with no will to live or courage to fight.
A deluge comes flooding from deep inside and no spit in the rain will alter fate,
words fall deaf, no reasons given and will, will leave the body with the last drop.

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