"poetry my friend"

Soliterily live i In an unhomeful house, With undesirable friends, Who render a comfortless comfort. No choice have i Till the time set. Then sought i My own companion, Poetry thought me poems, The tongh of an art, Actioning my haert in phrases, Words written Rather than spoken. Through this Have i learnt, To in my solitry Find solace So thought me Poetry my friend.