Poet Authority Poem Terminal

He rolled up his trousers.
Couldn't believe he didn't think of this sooner, it was like a pair of shorts!
His shins felt glacial.
Hairs froze and began to snap off in the high winds.
He shivered and wished he came up with this idea during the summer.

Standing naked dread enshrouds me.
Powerless to appreciate the remnants of my shower.
I realise on this cold winter morn
My towel lie forgotten in a frosty room.
Help I cry, help, and help once more.
Nobody replies for I am alone.