• Calvin Le Brun

“Snowstorm”

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.