Madness on Ice

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

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