Rage taints our pathway.
Desolate souls seek to drain.
Huddling in bushes.
Solace found in shades.
Obscurity hides our pain.

The wind is blowing hard today.
The straggling clouds have come together to cover the sky, leaving an imposing gloom in their wake. Fear shakes people's lives. They are unaware that nature simply pours—it doesn't wail.

In this chaotic world, the saviours flee in fear as the terminators prowl. Surviving is not easy.

We are mere punctuations,
in this vast sea of existence.
Little dots, seeking meaning
in each line of life’s narrative.

happiness and difficulty, arrived and left, unsolicited.
Transient emotions, jolting experience.  
Life seems to be a never ending stream of thoughts, chronic.

The wind is blowing, the weather is nice, but the future seems bleak.

The sun feels good on the skin, yet things don't seem good in life.

There is greenery all around, which is calming to the sight, but life is not looking well.

Everything seems to be there in life, save for the assurance that it will continue.