Vishal Dutia

Tremors in the night, freezing my dreams,
I’m lost in a world of icy extremes.
My mind is numb, my body is cold,
The fear inside me is growing bold.

A chilling wind blows through my hair,
As I wander through this frozen nightmare.
The ground beneath me starts to shake,
And in the distance, I see an icy lake.

My heart races as the tremors increase,
I know that I must find release.
From this frozen fear that grips my soul,
And makes me feel so far from whole.

Inspired by: altpoetryprompts

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