It rains
All of my sins
Are washed
–away!

No one will come
There is no witness
This life will cease
The rain continues.

I’ve been so careful
I’ve been discreet
The rains now run red
Out into the street.

The blade in the gutter
The wrists opened wide
The red rains flow freely
I’m empty inside.

It is over now.

©Joe Wilson – The red rains…2014