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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Peter Truth
Peter Truth

Mount Vernon, NY



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