the doors close behind him
not mere doors but gates of steel
not a smile on a face
the guards standing in the sun
no one shows concern
no one remembers him
leaving his home of many years
the enemies he had begun to love
a small bag with his belongings
all he owned, all that was his
not a family to go to
or a friend to be with
the release of the prisoner
brings no joy to him
what could possibly be the good of
this new beginning
away from jail
in an alien world
left to die alone...
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