UNTITLED

Rain falls
Cleansing (metaphorically that is)
Washing away my sins
At least that's the hope
As long as hope floats

But hope hangs heavy around the neck
Taking me below the surface
Revealing the purpose

It's worthless
Shirtless in the cold
Growing old
Fermenting
Turning alcoholic
Turning poisonous
   Poised on the edge
On the line between where I am
                           Where I've been
                               And where I'm likely to never be
I'm likely to never see above the surface again

Hope sinks

Rain falls