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In The Darkest Hour

Life is pain

I said to myself

Just a lot of suffering

No meaning to it really

I thought

Trying to topple the grief

In my closed world

Avoiding any encouragement

To live on

Still in the middle of all that

Darkness some glimmer

Of hope lived on

And on

Keeping me alive throughout

The yearlong winter

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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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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