There are many mad ways to die
One is to walk on thin ice
In the end of the winter
Every year people drowns in the cold water
A way to die that is very avoidable
Most of those who die has not prepared
Themselves with tools like ice nails
to get out of the water
And clothes put in a plastic bag to put on
Your frozen body, They might get panic or do not
know that you have to spread your weight, crawling
Away from the hole in the thin ice
Not walking away and falling through again
Recreating My Story
Being creative realising
All the options we have
It is more a question
What do you want
And in one way this is not true
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
Passing Life
This is a terrible time of the year
Grey dark and damp
Seeing myself in this dirty light
Despising who I am
Existing on that premise
Walking
Trying to keep on
Walking in the snow
It is cold here
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
The Winter City
The city is a cold place in the winter
Wind, snow, ice and closed doors
Limits what is possible
Creates a sour bitter depression
Lasting long into the rainy summer
February
The snow has stopped
Falling, spring is
Showing it’s first
Sign
But the ice remains
Strong
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