Clipped Wing

Clipped Wing

A Poem by Peter Truth
"

a quick free-write

"

Back from
the dead
I rise,

like the phoenix
I am, comfortable
in my own skin.
At Least I wish
I was, but I never
was, comfortable
that is.

I've always been
a lost soul,
but now I'm just
lost.

A man with nothing
but space and time
to reflect.

Never really gave
a f**k about
what was coming next.

Maybe should have,
but it's too late now
or maybe not.

Where I go now,
only God knows
and that's better
than me.

Thought I was
a phoenix,
but maybe I'm
just an ostrich
with my head
in the ground,

never really
me until I'm
the only one around,
never really me until
I'm the only one around.

 

 

© 2009 Peter Truth


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Peter Truth
Peter Truth

Mount Vernon, NY



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