The mind is crippled
I have accepted
The eternal winter
What a beautiful
Illusion
Madness on Ice
There are many mad ways to die
One is to walk on thin ice
In the end of the winter
Every year people drowns in the cold water
A way to die that is very avoidable
Most of those who die has not prepared
Themselves with tools like ice nails
to get out of the water
And clothes put in a plastic bag to put on
Your frozen body, They might get panic or do not
know that you have to spread your weight, crawling
Away from the hole in the thin ice
Not walking away and falling through again
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Draconian
Cold and hopeful
Flowers of the Baltic
In early spring
Pretending not to live
Where the land is closer to the
North Pole than Spain
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Introvert
The winter has returned
Strong winds and a grey sky
I don’t answer the phone
Loneliness is a great quality
Between nature and man
Outside I become something
Completely different
The inner journey doesn’t care
For money, sleep or food, just
Going on and on
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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
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In The Hole
Sometimes I feel
Like a bear
Deep in my bear dwelling
Hunted and in hibernation
Waiting for the winter
To go away
So I can go fishing
In the stream
And look at the
Huge trees
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View of Death
The bridge takes you high above the black water
Avoiding the cold and treacherous ice
That will let you down into the cold void
Every winter a few people dies falling into
The black universe under the ice
Fear and curiosity mix
Sometimes safe, the risks are great
Water giving and taking life
All the time
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Cloudy Days
Have to keep moving
Since being still
Is so depressive
There are no solutions
It does not have to be
A solution
Just a little rip in the cloud
.
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The Winter City
The city is a cold place in the winter
Wind, snow, ice and closed doors
Limits what is possible
Creates a sour bitter depression
Lasting long into the rainy summer
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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
