the cat meows
i have no answer
so tired, so empty, so worn
the fire cracks
soon every tree
will be burned up
appetite lags
a christmas cold
piles on to this aching back
all is scattered
friends drift
from this borderline behavior
homeless next week
will i rally
to the call to travel
or give in
to the winter's
frozen development?
the cat meows
i have no answer
but this:
god has left me
a windy mind
filled
with ruinous self-doubt
and then forgot
to close the door
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