Introvert

The winter has returned

Strong winds and a grey sky

I don’t answer the phone

Loneliness is a great quality

Between nature and man

Outside I become something

Completely different

The inner journey doesn’t care

For money, sleep or food, just

Going on and on

Sometimes

The best thing is the sun

Gone for most of the winter

To get to know the heating strokes

Again

It is an awful place to live

Your life in darkness

Takes it’s toll

Will is not being

Done for you

In this

Cold early spring

Opening

The soft white light of winter

Changes the perception

When tired and ill

Life passes by outside in

The afternoon

Waiting for the anxiety

To go away

Even though I know

This will not happen

Opening a window

To the world

Grey Nights

Eternal grey clouds

Moving quickly over

The night sky

While I move across empty

Dark streets in the suburbs

Cold and tired after a

Long day,

I am received with

Angry words and demands

I do not know why

I am still here

In this sad position

It is like magic

Only the pine trees

Will be my witness

Hidden Dream

The dream is still here

Strong and vibrant

Hidden somewhere

Deep inside

Were it is still warm

Away from the frosty winter

That kills all the hope