AJ
AJ
Aug 24, 2017 · 1 min read

The Tin Man

Walking the yellow brick road of life

Sometimes with others, sometimes alone in strife

Standing in the woods, an axe in hand

Ready to be productive, but we just can't

Our joints locked with the rust of depression

Waiting for our Dorothy to relieve this tension

Independent because we won't admit

Tin won't be enough to get out of this pit

We stand here frozen

But at last we have been chosen

She approaches us as we boil

In our mental aberration, desperate for oil

She brings the can to me

I accept it reluctantly

"You must forgive the lack of trust,"

"For the last time I loved, it gave me my rust"

My body free, but without a heart

She gives me hers, and here we start

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AJ

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