Wretched still­ness crowds my vision,
woe­ful vis­tas filled with fears.
Wish­ful think­ing brings me plea­sure,
cross­ing over anx­ious years.

Trou­bled waves of trep­i­da­tion,
spread across life’s angry seas.
Melan­choly bouts of pas­sion
bring temp­ta­tion to its knees.

Appre­hen­sive wish­es wan­der,
Seek­ing some­thing void of dread.
Beau­ty sets the heart atrem­ble;
so afraid to wind up dead.