I’m looking for a place to start,
But everything feels so distant now.
The wind is howling in my face
The tiredness in me beats on anyway.
It’s snowing where there is summer all year round,
Freezing me from inside-out.
It’s bitter cold in my soul
Since daylight left me some time ago.
Colourless, cold nights
The atmosphere leaves me bland
And I’ll strike out lines of five
Until colour comes back again.
; 