Lotus

People have always told me that there will be light after every storm. Then after rainbows everything will be just fine. So, I closed my eyes for a second, or two just to see what this world would be like. No shade of blue skies within the air, just tear drops of sadness floating up into Jupiter. Staggering hearts being puncture by, a jigged edge knife. Souls of dear torment linger in distress, now how is this world ever going to get through this.