Rain. Again

It’s raining outside,
Again.
Desolate. Isolated. Alone I am,
Again.
Buried under layers of wool,
Again.
I’m breathing fine, yet suffocating,
Again.
It’s cold outside,
Again.
I’m cold, deep inside, my heart.
Again.

I should be warm alright.
But I’m cold. So cold.
AGAIN

© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe