Dear stranger in despair,
The world loves you
I know none about you
But so much that I can say
The world loves you.
The turmoils and the sorrow
Unite against us all
So does misery
That pulls us down
So hard, we stumble.
The quicksand that pulls
So low, we almost give in
The fearsome foresight
That exhibits each and every time
Delusions by the horror.
The meaning of the poem depends on the speaker you are hearing in this poem and the overall mood you have felt.