I'm so cold I'm freezing,

And my body is shivering –

Hair line cracks from the shaking

Murmurs; the ferocity of an

Earthquake seeping through ice.

Coughs hack through my body

Like pick axes scraping my throat,

Whilst stormy wind rattles through

Clinking, choking me as it blows.

I toss and I turn, a leaf in the wind

As my eyes blur and water like rain,

My head pounds in discordant marches

Of broken drummer boys and morbidity,

And my nose leaks snot in runny waterfall,

Aggravated by the storm and howling gale.

So I long for the warm summer breeze, and

Heat; Yearning to be soothed by the sun.