Sojourn

Twenty years later

the man walks free

the prison collapses behind him

he doesn’t stop to stare or care

the world is different now

it’s a coiled adder

a constricting serpent

suffocating the prey

it’s a graveyard full of mirth

a casket of laughter

sidesplitting red roses

a place now so foreign

the man sojourns

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