The heavy rain confirmed the abnormality.
I still couldn't figure out if it was tears of Joy or sorrowful tears.
The sun was up, and it continued to rain.
People took cover, staying away from the rain.
I allowed it to pour down on me.
My conscience betrayed me.
I need to be washed.
The rain did it well for me.
The dirt from what I did washed away.
Flowing to where I don't know of.
Hope it flows away and remains buried deep in the ocean or land.
What about my head?
The memories, which continued to flashback at me.
Drenched Soul feel the pain.
I could hear my guilt say.
It is too late to whine.
My mind,body, and soul will have to pay for it.
If only I had heard and followed their directions initially.
We all couldn't have been in this mess.
The proverb "When one hand gets soils with dirt, the other fingers gets contaminated as well".
I wish it was different.
But who would I let go.
We are all together in this.
Let me be.
Let me bear my cross.
Let me sins scorch me.
Then, would I be free.
If freedom isn't erased yet.
Thank you very much for stopping by my freewrite poetry
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