Winter song

I'm lonely,
too tired, and
tired of being such.
Where can I find the
road creates a second
human.
I miss the sunlight,
at night the street lamps glow
only illuminates the dark houses.

Where is the hand that
wants to grab my hand.
Where the heart of another person,
who wants to share with me
this darkness?

I do not keep my feet anymore,
winter, the darkness seems
me grimacing language
and a long nose.

The old man whispers
to the moon from the sky,
I'm lonely too.
Even though I was surrounded by stars.

The days continue to travel,
per spring slowly crawling.

My room is dim,
the atmosphere of the poems I run.


Where is the hand that
wants to grab my hand.
Where the heart of another person,
who wants to share with me
this darkness?