Scarlet Rain
She runs near and she runs far,The wind take her where it may.
Sticks and stones, biting her skin,
Just like blades in her fray.
She hurts on a level,
None can comprehend.
The truth burns on her skin.
Leaving scars that never mend.
Her sadness,
can no longer be washed away.
As the Scarlet Rain pours down,
And burdens her as it may.
A weight on her chest,
One she cannot bear,
The wind keeps pushing her.
Taking her there.
It pushes her onward,
Downward, and upward.
Wherever the wind blows,
That is where she goes.
The Scarlet Rain,
Continues to pour.
And she wants,
Wants it to be over.
She wants it all to be erased,
To heal, to feel.
She wants to let go,
And be close to something real.
Because this pain,
She has felt for so long,
It can be ended.
If she wants it over and gone.
The Scarlet Rain,
Keeps pouring down.
And the wind,
Beckons her to the ground.
She's washed in it now,
Nowhere to turn.
She lets it all soak in,
And continue to burn.
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