Hope

I live alone locked in my jail
looked  into and at
passed by
seeing the sun shine throuh an icy veil
And I hunger in cursed cold and cursed
winters talking to shadows
clawing at my ears to stop the ticking time
hoping something changes

The Pie

There lies waiting
in the pie garden
a specific pie
the wind of which
has chosen to remain
in silent hibernation
Everyone knows
what has happened
and wonders why
but not the pie
especially not
the pie