Analysis of Sonnet # 30

This bed with me and nothing more but me!
This little room so full of my male smell.
I've for a woman's luck deep misery
And no true friends to whom my sadness tell.
My cat so close to the look of a bone.
My clothes the same day after day, I cry!
And when I talk, it's cruel my words' sick tone.
I eat what others throw away, no lie!
Oh, poverty! You really kill with pain.
Yes, freedom's sweet but then no means to live
Is like a world with sun and zero rain.
I'm full of hurt; to earth my tears I give.
He lied who said, "I've never liked had wealth!"
The sadness is that wealth is seen as health