Inside the night
I did feel safe
The darkness
My weaknesses
My shortcomings
My worthless mind
Sometimes comes to rest a night
Hiding in dreams less meaning
My body remains me
I am alive
Still willing to live
Even if the hardship
Is worse than before
I still enjoy the silence
Of the winter night
The cold
The empty streets
The lonely walkers
The lost and the crazy


I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts and the world ends. The winter is here and is so cold...

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Posted in night, Poem, Poetry, winter

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