Dream Solid

My alter ego is in prison.
He acts out more than I.
In his early days of crime,
he’d wink as I stood by.
But things got really out of hand.
He thrived on doing harm.
Bad moods could lead to robbery,
bad dates, a broken arm.
And if it rained on my parade,
he’d go off on a spree.
It got so bad that even dreams
created jeopardy.
I rest a whole lot easier
since he is behind bars.
But sometimes I still feel his pain
at night, despite the stars.

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I'm a writer living in Massachusetts.