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

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

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

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

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

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