Soaked

Rain of sadness falls upon me,
Hits my back, piercing through.
Hope is the umbrella I opened,
But I don’t think it will do.

I tried the raincoat of self-deceit,
Oh the pain reaches me still.
Self-deceit only increased it,
And doesn’t keep out the chill.

Rain is falling, soaking my heart,
Pretty soon I’ll be waist-deep.
Tied down by a thousand threads,
Looking around, I try not to weep.

The one to free me- bound in chains,
As revealed to me today,
I sit here wondering what to do-
Held down by my reasons to stay.