This poem was originally published on The Pittsburgher’s predecessor, The Dog Door Cultural.
White, guardians of my thoughts
Trapped in the dark, they dream,
All the shadows could be caught
In all those corridors they could scream.
The pain of the cold becomes comfort
And the light cannot disturb
The obscure uprising; so short
But big enough to be superb.
Fall, fall, fall apart
Love, hope and trust are gone
And will never blind this heart.
No help from the light is required
To rule a kingdom of emptiness
Soon the snow will take away the life I breathed.▲
Calvin Le Brun is a bachelor student in English literature at the University of Montreal. His poetry focuses on death, mental health and the disappearance of a loved one.