The Great Filter

I stood alone,
	under a raging thunderstorm,
If ever to be blessed was my soul,
	now it was all lost, all gone,
Having a smoke,
	I leaned against car door,
		while rain poured cats and dogs,
			under a tree,
				a few moments for myself I stole.

Things had gone very wrong,
	It was sunny once,
		when it had all begun,
Life is hard my friend always drone…