Icicles forming
Inside my fire
I have a broken
Mind.

I live with
A cat it has
Hat
She is very
Kind.

My meals
Are small
Have no
TV
I don’t look
For sympathy.

Radio for sound
I pad to write
I am not poor
This feels so right.

I have no one
To whom I
Can chat
Just my friend
My sweet cat.

Icicles forming
Inside my tears
mind will need
A bottle of scotch
Just to drown
away my fears.