The mist of this room
Is a shelter from the cold

A stagnate sanctuary

The wind is rough
The liquid is freezing
And the dry air is choking

But not between these porcelain walls

Soaking a stark reverse
To the world that surrounds
But it’s the difference more than warmth
That wraps one's soul and bounds
Me to that simple notion

It's the still contrast

Somewhere that is not
With sensations that sometimes exist
Where in the mist
Calmness can be caught