Getting Cold

 
It’s definitely colder today
I can say without a forecast
The temperatures’ unlikely to stray
The going, for horses, is hard and fast

There’s a distinct nip in the air
I’d quiver, I shiver and shake
I need the fur from a polar bear
To warm me and keep me awake

Even inside, its chilly for June
I wish they would turn up the heat
I could really do with a duvet cocoon
Instead of this thin cotton sheet

I look down and across to the window
There’s ice building up on the inside
Yet outside there’s no sign of snow
I wish that this chill would subside

Cold drapes round the room like a cloak
It covers my face like a veil
I can strangely exhale like smoke
And can also smoke my exhale

My body feels a certain rigidity
Its difficult just trying to move
I get a sudden feeling of morbidity
And a religion I’d like to disprove

I can no longer feel my feet
I’m chilled through and through
I can no longer hear my heart beat
I’m blue about my lips being blue

Strangely, I can see the way I look
From above, looking down, on a bed
Beside me a black holy book
It’s now clear, I am already dead

If I’m already dead, why am I still awake
Why still here, what have I missed
The banality of Heaven or Hell’s fiery lake
Clearly not, for neither exists!

The ice on the window melts slowly
My vision is starting to fade
I feel peaceful that there’s nothing holy
It feels warm now to be in the shade