Drenched Past

[Atheist Saint]

Here I am again
Head down, walking in the rain
An endless field of grass on the left
An endless field of grass on the right
And in the middle
A dirt path where my past once was

The mud on the path that sticks out
Sticks out like a rose in winter
Will engulf any passerby in seconds
Sinking them to the bowels of Lucifer
Where my past now is
The devil's pet

I shall pay no attention to the grass
Mournful in its weaving
Mourning the past it one held
Held in caring arms
feeding it with beauty
Until the day the rain came crashing down

I step into a mud gathering
Closing my eyes to the grey skies above
Opening them again to the drab dirt
Falling into a boiling pool of magma
Burning, scorching, screaming in pain
But rejoined with my treasured past.