Growing up I was told water will wash away your sins
And maybe that's why I love the rain
Because it is the kisses of the lonely
The reminder every day we start anew
But the rain cannot wash it all away
The distant putter-patter of the drops
will not be always there to cleanse you
I have learned you need to cleanse yourself
Sometimes you need to create your own rainstorm, your own tsunami of tears
Wash away your own sins
And cleanse yourself because God may not be so forgiving
Don't be afraid to start your own storm and let it roll down your face
Because a God who killed his own son feels the need to remind us we are his children
A God who creates our life's plan kills us every day
And I'm sick of playing in the rainstorm of his game
Long live this bloody rain
YOU ARE READING
My Kitchen Sink
PoetryAre you searching for purpose? Then write something, yeah it might be worthless. -Twenty One Pilots This is my worthless writings, for a kitchen sink to you is not a kitchen sink to me. Stay street.
