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A poem which blends reality with PTSD |
| Fog The fog is back It's really dense I squint my eyes I'm feeling tense Nothing there Nothing here I'm all alone Trapped in fear There is no forward Nor any back No up, nor down No beaten track I cannot find Which way to go Nor where I've been I just don't know This fogs not real You just can't see It's deep inside My memory |