Wooden Man

The poison lies within.
Can it come without?
Is there another way to release the
pain and doubt?

Some other avenue
besides this empty street,
where shadows move through dark alleys,
lonely soul to meet.

Some other road to freedom
save this mortal fix,
lest I become a wooden man
and children play pick-up-stix.

(3.13.87)

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