DAMPNESS

The room where I reside
Has two occupants,
One being me
The other- a dampness.

Our shares- divided
With nothing in the premise
Being solely mine,
Nor of the ridden cold fungi

Our prides laced in a Cold War
Where nothing warm grows
Only attempts to eradicate the cold
While it strives to cease my heat

Not a healthy relationship I admit
None of that Yin-Yan bullshit
Just distasteful acknowledgement
And barren coexistence 

I'm a musician, I compose;
He's a dancer upon my marble floor
And often springs across the walls
As I lay to rest and repose.

Then suddenly by morning's wake
I rise up to a somber alarm
Not the kind that noise makes
But disguised as cool and calm.

Lo! What is this I see?
The cold I hate is the cold in me,
Rambling through my awry breaths
A dampness at home, in my chest.

-KG