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Ingrid Ohls
Poems
Mar 2010
In A Fog
Is it real, any of it?
Is a constant reminder and feeling of what was,
Just that,
Only a feeling?
Or is it my warning sign to break now,
Run while I still can,
Or sit and wait for the walls to crumble.
Warning signs, self contempt,
I can no longer tell the difference.
That is terrifying,
Knowledge is power,
Ignorance is bliss.
What do I choose?
Where do I go?
And who can I run to?
What becomes of us when we spend our time,
Thinking of what might be?
And worrying about what could be true.
Lost and alone,
I ask myself these questions.
I always ask myself these questions,
Yet I still have not found an answer.
Frightened, stressed, and unimpressed
I wander through my day,
In a fog.
Written by
Ingrid Ohls
Guelph, ON
(Guelph, ON)
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