Lost In The White Out

Trudging through the snow
Frigid winds continue to blow
Trapped in the white out
For help, I shout
Feeling my way around
Tripping, I fall to the ground
Desperation creeps through my brain
Slowly driving me insane
Focus, trying to keep
Fighting off the urge to sleep
Dim light starting to see
An illusion or finally free
Becoming brighter, panicking no more
Realizing I'm at my front door

by Billy Loving

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