the rut

the rut

A Poem by Peter Truth

free write




kill the
self which chokes
and controls,
a barrier to
all that's real.


the brain
is broken
beyond repair,
a weak light bulb
in a dim hallway.


and i used
to be so bright,
at least i thought
i was.


but maybe
i wasn't,

maybe i wasn't.

© 2008 Peter Truth

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Added on April 5, 2008
Last Updated on April 8, 2008


Peter Truth
Peter Truth

Mount Vernon, NY

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