‘The Snowstorm’ by Sophie Bedford

‘The Snowstorm’

Nothing but white, lost out; no one knows you’re there, trapped,
being blinded by something sparkling white.

Every step you take a challenge.
Suffering, I could see someone, or could I?
Was I hallucinating?

I blinked, just a tear in my eye
from the storm drying my eyes, like a
plug does a sink.

It wouldn’t end. The horror I have been dreading all my life,
the almighty lion
that roars; the snowstorm.


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