Acrostic~name Poetry For Titus X 3

Tormented! I have words but no way out In spite of the encouraging conveys Towards me, that this darkest hour plays Unusual, how much emptiness is about, Should read no more, by ending all this praise. This quite direct proposal finds myself, In retrospect, a fool with not a worth Transcending thought and should I say, what wealth? Unrest, with all this literature at girth So I may ascertain my mental health. Tremendous time and patience do you all In time, deceive yourselves a crying shame To think compared with effort you are small Unsure, as well, for greeting all 'this' fame, Surrounds us with a promise to enthral.