f r e e d o m

they say that he is a prisoner

for life
put under lock and key
his life shall now be shortened
his actions had brought him here
sometimes
people would come and talk to him
but mostly
people would not
you see
he was a prisoner
i would often go
bringing a new book to read
news from the outside
sometimes even a simple flower
for hope you see
his eyes held a story
one that even i couldn't understand
his skin was pale and sickly
from the walls that had kept him in
when i said hello
he would quietly respond
days passed slowly
hours drug by
years disappeared
soon he was an old man
and i too had aged
i still visited
he remained the same
until the day where he blurted
his story to me
i listened and left
he thought i would never come again
i did
next time i brought a gift
a Friend
who could set the prisoner
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