Winter has not lost it’s grip over the city
The ice once again covers the lakes and medow
Spring is a playful thing not to be trusted
Still every day it is approaching
Winter has not lost it’s grip over the city
The ice once again covers the lakes and medow
Spring is a playful thing not to be trusted
Still every day it is approaching
After trying to keep
My head high
Someone put it to the ground
I am breaking through
Hitting and hurting myself
Falling down
Being criticised
All the things I carry
is a heavy load
Eventually we break down
Power is gone
Hope and dreams gone
Only the falling snow
Remains
This is winter returning and things
Start freezing again
But the real cold is inside
I am here
Lost in this moment in time
With all it’s grief and misery
All it’s good and wonderful
Opportunities of the humankind
Still the white snow and human
Anxiety covers my world and limits
My action
Losing grip, slipping on the ice
And falling into
the black cold water
Hurting my ankles
Trying to get up
Wet and humiliated
Soon the snow will cover
All the memories and the
Black water turn to ice
And the memory will
Only stay in my broken
Ankles
Life at it’s worse
In the middle of the winter
In the land of the dead
The land of my dad
Where all emotion turned to ice
I never loved your white death
Ugly grey evenings starting at lunch
Slowly the cold eats into your soul
Numbing life and emotion
Here death regins
We move slowly through life
Never getting rid of the frozen ice
That has consumed us
That some think is so wonderful
I am cold to the bone
Freezing and missing
Love and affection
I know that
I will never
Have that
Again
White city of death
Were I was born
Sobbing in the
Mellow mix of
Rain and snow
Blinding us
From seeing the fact
That we should not
Live here
In the far north
The snow keeps falling
We keep freezing
Leaving the reality behind
Walking slowly and carefully
Into the dreamy landscape
Of the winter ice
Like a use steppe in the middle of the city
Divided by open water
Here and there
The winter gives us
A temporary reality
With the danger
Of drowning
Lingering just a few
Yards away
The sun has left
The city for the
Night
Clearly
Night time is much
Worse
Mixing sleep and
The agony of lost
Life and opportunity
Mixed with fear of the future
That does not exist
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