Snowballs

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