Anxiety is drowning me with thoughts
G r i e f    with    the    t o r m e n t i n g  
       nightmare of the past                        
On  the  m o m e n t   that  one  of  my      dreams bit the dust  
No one noticed, nor dared to listen to  
                  my throes; when I'm  
Y e a r n i n g    for    true    c o m f o r t.