2023 Ending Poem

Here in between my sheets. Two cats, one playing the other trying to catch some sleep. The morning is darkened, and gloomed. My cousin snoring so loud my sleep is doomed. Scrolling social media, all these friends and never felt so alone. This solo path I have chosen on my own, to pay for my sins and I must atone. Almost Christmas, I haven't started any shopping, it's ok, the one thing I finished, .y relationship, she do-wopped her way out, took my Christmas stocking. And as I lay here between these two cats under my sheets. It's a new year, same recycled resolutions, same job, and nothing to stop it.