A Place To Rest The Mind
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
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
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
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
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
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
Sunday is a stinking
Hole of frustration
Screaming in the
Idyllic settings
For comfort and
Love
While the snow
Keeps on falling
Mad writing
Any writing
I have to go on
Walking through
The deep deep snow
She is talking
All the time
About herself and her
Action, maybe I
Eventually will find
Peace in the snow
Falling outside my
Window at night
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
the world turns on a word
I'm just another dreamer...
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