Gotta Love Alliteration

A tad tumbly today, with subdued sparks of sadness Littered with lonely, a stones throw from madness Latitude, longitude all seemed to languish I sat quietly, quite contained, despite all my anguish Total despair decided it could be diverted Each moment of malaise mainly averted Reached out reticently though readers replied A perception of self, skewed with sorrowful lies Tally up totals with trepidation I wait I cannot cope with contemplating my fate Over the worst, this will soon be ending None the wiser on what weakness needs mending