Monday, October 25, 2010

The Tin Man

So today I journey on,
each step a pinch of pain.
Dust rising from the road
stresses my tin-stiff skin.
"Oil!," I cry, "Oh Oil!,"
but my eyes stay dry,
stoic and unbended,
as I keep creaking
up the long road,
wanting tears
with all my
wretched,
heart.







Written for "We Write Poems." The Prompt was "Wizard of Oz".


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