The Sound of Comfort

Chill in the air, I sit by the rusted frame,

     the radiator wheezes, a tired, old friend,

     warmth struggles to rise, in the silence it came,

     with clanks and whirs, a familiar blend.

It fights with the cold, the draught creeping near,

     like hope through the cracks in this old, worn place,

     yet listening close, I find comfort here,

     as memories swirl in the soft, dim embrace.

It sputters and huffs, but it doesn’t retreat,

     the struggle's a story, reminding me why,

     in the chill of the night, this warmth is a treat,

     just like every moment, I choose to rely.