The carpet flooring of my room turns to monstrous dunes,
As I meditate with mindfulness all else fades away, and I am left with a sea of rippling sand.

A dog has no mindfulness
It finds it hard to soothe
It cannot suffer in silence
It’s anxiety overwhelms
It lets out cries
And moans
And whines
As it tragically wonders why
Begging to know
Dying to comprehend

We all are dogs who suffer in silence
Who scratch at the doors
Who shrills deep inside
Who hurt themselves with fear
But do everything to keep it in

The dogs cannot comprehend
How terrible they sound
When tightened by anxiety
Crying the involuntary shriek
But we know deep and profound
So we ball up on the ground
And in our own minds, all to ourselves,
We listen to the sounds

Throw me to the dogs