All is Silent

All is silent, all is still

Where is the fighting, where is the war

Streets are empty, no one is there

I must be safe then

 

I walk up to the window

The once still frame shatters

The snipers are watching

A bullet in wood

 

The glass all around me

I stand, small, startled

Not anything moves, still

Frozen in time

 

I run from the window

Far into the room where

My father is standing

Unmoving and pale

 

Frightened and trembling

I stare out the window

The dusty streets empty,

Silent, and still.