Behind closed doors,
Razor wire covering fences,
Cell doors with one foot openings,
Opened at the behest of a guard…
Scared the first several days,
Not sure of the places way,
Jumping at every little noise,
Door locked me away…
Three times one year,
Not long in general scheme,
Many there longer, a shame,
Pay back for dirty deeds done,
Once used to the loneliness,
It could “almost” be called fun…
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