Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Surrender

I needed to take out the trash.
Walking back to my house, I fall.
On my forehead, I feel a gash.
I can't get up. I try to crawl.
The wind is howling, and I know
That with the chill, the fahrenheit
Has to be at least ten below;
And it's in the middle of the night.
There is no one to see or hear
Me lying here in my back yard.
And I can't help myself. I fear
I'm 'tween a rock and someplace hard.

I wonder if any will weep.
But all I can do now is sleep.