Drops of rain fall softly against his skin
serving only to hide the salty tears
that have been welling up inside for years.
Those drops of rain, they cleanse him of his sins
covering where the tears end and rain begins.
So, he turns his rough visage to the sky
to hide the fact that even he can cry
with drops of rain that cleanse him of his sins,
but, this lie he tells himself…weak and thin
for the rain cannot wash away his blame
nor can he wash clean his smudged, tarnished name
with drops of rain that cleanse him of his sins.
And so he cries, while much to his chagrin
those drops of rain won’t cleanse him of his sins
© AC Elliott, 8-Nov-17
Written using the Echo Sonnet poetry form.
*Side note: Again, don’t worry about me, I am just writing as things come to me.