Deprived and Deprivation

If only it wasn't this way then maybe things would be different. It didn't have to end this way but somehow it always did without fail it always came down to this she thought looking out at the narrow window, her only communication that she had with the outside world. It had snowed last night and most if not some of the white snow drizzled on the green land of Germany however spotted snow from when the light rain had washed over most of the snow away. It seemed so easy to have most if not some of that snow almost all of it washed away, it's a wonder she thought, if only life were that simple. A tear rolled down her face, the first tear of the day, a tear that I will cherish she thought as the tear fell down her cheek and onto her clasped hands. This was her own isolation this was her own desolation.