Springwater

Lost language and hope

The ability to write

Madness looming together

With depression

Trying to keep my grip

Sun rising higher in the sky

Everyday now in the early frozen spring

Cold Winds

This is a bad time being me

Stressed out, no energy

Nervous and under pressure

Throwing up food

While running around trying

To get my life together again

I see no easy way out

Just feeling the cold wind

From the endless sea

Spring

The honest and unselfish

will lose out in this world

Just like the certainty that

Sunny days in spring

Will be replaced by

Cold nights

There is no hope for change

Only time will erode

The fundamentals down

To dust

I cannot solve it

Just being there

Creating no drama

Frozen Hope

Winter has not lost it’s grip over the city

The ice once again covers the lakes and medow

Spring is a playful thing not to be trusted

Still every day it is approaching

To Survive

Creating is surviving

Striving to grow

Out of my body

To grow out of my soul

To grow out of my brain

To outgrow my limitation

To receive

To give

To live

To die

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