Viewpoint

 

Viewpoint
Maryam Alatmane

 

The wind howled in its misery

Silent tears dropped to the ground

The snow tried to lock up all the warmth inside

 

Empty souls stalked the streets

Hidden in their grief

As outside they battled

Inside they were dead

 

Nothing was seen as its true self

Everything was deceived

A raging blizzard of white

Where everybody could see outside

No-one could see in

 

A lone house stood

Proud and true

A single window

Gave you a glimpse

Of the world within

 

A young girl sat at the window

Staring

Not a sound

As she watched

The events unfold.

 

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