Seeking Warmth

Here I sit upon the stoop.
Arid Siberian air smote me all over.
I curled into the door,
Seeking warmth from the house,
But I found the house as arctic as the Earth.

Cold Ground will
Forever and always drain you;
Same as the Sun and Sky.
The battle for warmth
Is a war that will never die.

Sitting now, knees to my chin,
Praying for this damned house to let me in.
No answer from Above,
Seems as if the Ultimate Lamp
Done gone and hid.

I,
To the ague,
Must submit.


I must accredit the humble Johnrot for his assistance in the second stanza, inspiration for the third stanza, and edits.