I Am

I sleep in a room
with no bed.
I lay sprawled out on
the floor,
my only comfort comes
when the wind stops screaming.
I can feel the cold seeping,
rising,
through the damp, rotting floorboards.
I can see my breath, but I
can't feel my toes. I can
tell myself that this isn't so bad,
but who am I kidding?
These days, I am lucky
to be alone.