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.