Lawrence S. Pertillar

(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

OUCH! It Still Hurts


OUCH!
It still hurts.

'What happened? '

I walked into a flashing sign,
That read 'Truth' on it.
It hit me in the head.

'I don't understand.
Why didn't you see it? '

OH I saw it.
But I didn't believe,
It would stay in my way.
Why are you staring at me like that?

'For some reason,
I don't find what happened to you,
Hard to believe to believe at all.
In fact...
I am quite surprised,
You only hit your head against it...
Just one time.
When are you going back to try it again? '

I don't know.
You think I should?
And...
Why do you stare at me like that?

Submitted: Tuesday, July 09, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 10, 2013

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