The Rain, The World And Me Poem by Samael Wolf

A cold october rain is falling tonight
all is quiet except for the cars passing
in the blur of darkness
no memories haunt me this evening
just that same old numbness
within my black heart
frozen in time like a watch
that was carelessly dropped
yet the world moves on
things are born, people live
people die, someone cries from
pain and hunger, some are happy
others are desperate
rulers are cruel, some benevolent
religions try to explain the impossible
those that know only smile
and the rain still falls
with its soothing sound that
only a few really appreciate.