(The poem is a depiction of people going through death-like physical pain especially when they are unwell)
Put me in the cold
Beneath there, will I retreat,
Storms don’t seem to
Assuage this scorching heat
Wearied, my journey,
Overtired are my feet,
I now need the chill,
Cist me into the freeze
Forlorn smile, my form,
Naught, just a mask of agony
Ready me a casket,
Frosty mother waits for me
Oh! This wait seems too long,
Death too punishes, for it cheats,
Lower me in the cold
For it’s really what I need
