Slipping

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

An Ugly Winter Night

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

Deep Black Water

Watching the ice

Gray, white, black and blue

Depending on deep and composition

The winter is here and the lake

Is frozen in the middle of the city

It is so easy

To fall into the cold water

And quickly freeze and drown

So close is the end

Yet, so far

I approach the open water

I do not cross it

But I could

White Reality

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

I am the Problem

The problem is rising

It is me

And I cannot solve it

Since I am the very problem

But for whom?

Well,

If I do I will die

Since I am the problem

I am not me

I am the problem

The trash that you

Stash away

You don’t like me

You will have more of me

Solve me and I melt away

Like snow a sunny day

It seems like an insurmountable

Gigantic iceberg that has

Taken over my mind and soul

Cannot do it

I will not do it

Only escape the pain

That has been my life

Part of my life for so long

Looked up, looked in

And eventually I will

Succumb

Or just melt away

And appear in a different

Form and not what I

Once was

A problem

Frozen Land

The sun has returned

To the north

Shining a cold

White light upon us

Ignorant and indifferent

Without within

Some days nothing

Today is Sunday

A hopeless Sunday

With a little light

And a long earned

Spring to long for

Slowly Dying

Moving around on

The frozen tundra

Along with the other

Lost soul who ended up here

In the far north

The place where you find

Yourself out of life and lust

Just empty cold days without

Meaning and hope

Travelling from work (if you have such a thing)

To home losing the last feelings of

Hope and Joy

Freezing

I live in a land

With people cold

As ice, freezing in

The cold wind

I realize that I will always

Be alone here, no help

Will ever arrive so I

Prepare to fight until I fall

The wind is cold