Things I See (Acrostic)
Troubles surrounding the common man
Holding on to glimmers of hope
Ignoring the pain and pleasures of life
Never grasping the dreams of youth
Grieving inwardly while smiling outwardly
Searching always for the meaning of it all
Inner turmoil masked through daily tasks
“Salvation to the multitudes is a farce!”
“Expect nothing but disaster and destruction”
Emptiness staring back through the eyes of many
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