To Be Cleansed by Keith Kitchen


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Pressure mounting,
Senselessly climbing,
I don't know what I should do.

The pain is so heavy,
It thickens the blood,
I do not yet know what to do.

Separated,
Hidden in a closet,
Leave the echoes of yesterday behind.

It's time to relax,
Let anxiety descend.
It's time I must unwind.

The past is gone
Words have been said,
The acts, they cannot now be changed.

The void stretches endlessly,
The night lingers on.
I now must be cleansed by the rain.