Absent Existence

Abstinence from life

Abstract thinking

Ambivalent ideas

Animated conversations

Winter in the city

Among blackened snow

And icy spots

Spring still distant

No sun

Thousands shades of gray

Black and white

This is what hell

Could be like

.

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