white sheets are stained with sorrow
quiet evenings drifting into lonesome sleep
none but a dappled black and white cat
to comfort the aching heart inhabiting my ribcage
which attempts to unravel the mysteries
of the hearts and attentions of men invading
my psyche in the form of a long-awaited drug 
proven unsafe and unregulated by the FDA
as if they were to look out for the interest of citizens
in dire need of some cure or wildly found hope