
Always raining, never stopping
Oh, so draining, constant sopping
Flooding, scrubbing
Scouring the stains
Pouring Your rains
Drowning, drenching
Set me free; I’ll never be
Pristine clean
But saturated, sodden
Sinking in your sea
The flood unending
I go on offending
You remain unbending
Floundering, doubting
You allowing
This, my flood
Staggering through the mud
Let me go
To reap what I sow—Christina Knowles (2014)
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