Silence

The only thing that makes

Noise is my own mind

Silenced by the snow

And the wind from

The north

April

Noisy birds, strong white light

The sun is turning the tide,

Black earth and white snow

Mixing, sealing off retreating

To the safety of the library

Growing knowledge and a beard

The Falling Snow

After trying to keep

My head high

Someone put it to the ground

I am breaking through

Hitting and hurting myself

Falling down

Being criticised

All the things I carry

is a heavy load

Eventually we break down

Power is gone

Hope and dreams gone

Only the falling snow

Remains

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

The Now And Here

I am here

Lost in this moment in time

With all it’s grief and misery

All it’s good and wonderful

Opportunities of the humankind

Still the white snow and human

Anxiety covers my world and limits

My action

The Dull White Winter

Life is a cold place

Filled with snow

Ice covers the lakes

And walking

Feels like a huge undertaking

On icy and slippery streets

Life is small and pale

Bad memories of depressive

Winter months returns

Like tired ghosts of

Past life’s

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

Locked In

Daniel Stintzing

Closed perspective, closed people

I do try to learn from my mistake

Maybe this is possible

Maybe not

Slowly moving masses of snow and

Really cold weather

Remains me why I once left this country

Now I am a prisoner here

This great gilded cage

Makes the choices rather

Limited