Fire

When hope dies

You die a little,

Life already so bleak becomes bleaker

The colour disappear,

Not expecting anything to

Change to the better

In an era of lost hope

The words of the politicians

Are more empty, meaningless

The power is in someone else’s

Hand

Playing with us like a careless child

Cold Houses

The warmth of the fire

Contrast to the white snow

Even inside the house

White steam comes out of our noses

Creating a warm house takes time

And patience but most importent

Warm feet

The Fire

I am like a beam of light

Attracting people and

Creatures of the night

To warm

Themselves near, near

To the dwindling ember

Soon the dawn

Will come

With Apollonian clearness

And the break us all down

To ashes

Snow

The snow is falling

The world changes

It is not the same

Patterns gets disrupted

And cars drive off

The road

The white noise

Calms the anxious

Suburbs and

Warm fires can be found

At dusk

Aging

Writing away my anxiety

Pretending that I have a choice

Pretending that It is a free will

Being possessed by spirits and memes

From another era, it is not much I can do

The problem is that it is only getting worse

With age, I am not getting wiser