A poem about snow

 

 

 

 It’s cold in here 

Shiny, a new place bereft 

How do you fill the emptiness inside

 That never ending pit of desire 

Where did the spirit go 

Robbed 

Belief taken leaving

 A heart of snow

 I know it needs a bit of work and it is remarkably short. I'd like to write a poem about the day Victor first saw snow in Bloomsbury. First snow in Bloomsbury will be the title. When I have time...