Frost bites

Attuned to the hopelessness

Of the day as it presented itself

I continued in the same mode

Not much to do or achieve

Just the mistake of being me

In a very cold place

I had to accept and fall off

Discreetly leaving the

Disasters I caused by being me

Behind for other to clean up

If at all possible

The Island

In the middle of the sea

There is an island

Covered in snow

With small pine trees

Fighting against the wind

And the waves

The ice is gone

No more connection

With the mainland

Global warming

Reaches the north ocean

Above everything a man

Is always an island

Connected or disconnected

By sea and ice