What I See Through the Edge of Tears

I see clarity and wisdom speak of comfort and joy as they console the multitude in desperate need of salvation. I see the weak bow and beg for acceptance without response. I see tired men and women from all blocks of life united under the pretenses of discomfort and pessimism going on about their dealings for a nickel a minute. I see recluse dreamers in a nightmarish existence of fear and loathing with no essence to blossom…