On A Rain-Soaked Night

On a rain-soaked night
Where the walls weep
In a tunnel 'neath the overpass
It's mouth agape and like a gate
To hell and many other paths
I sit here writing poetry
As if to find some clarity
Though no new notion comes to me
Here on the brink of sanity.
The air is chill, though not so cold
As befits the seasons turn
And as the rain slows then stops
A momentary failing
Leaps to mind as if in time
To warn the midnight hailing.
A moonstruck cat, my visitor
Sits silent and in awe
That anyone should cross its path
So late at night in Fall.
I light another breath with smoke
And continue with my writing
Though my erstwhile friend refused to wait
He turned and he was gone
Leaving me to ponder fate
And why I'm here at all.
Some say our lives are meaningful,
Others that it's dull
Still others live like maniacs
And charge through life like bulls.
Yet for myself, I know no truth
Beyond my pen this night,
And words that seep through walls that weep
Are all that I can write.