Constant cough
Shakes my lower wards
But somehow
Bone-chilling cold
Soothes alignment
Reminds me
The free will
Have we to create
In isolation
Have we our own
Congregation
Less with bells
More with shapes
Have we the will
To create
Bleeding internal
Is my own
Infernal path
Keeps me warm
Gives me all the
Warmth I long for
Makes me laugh
When kids
Throw snowballs
At my fortress
So unaware of the
Wild depths that wait