[Zadius]: 752.Poetry.The Drifter

The prison gates open, the day is grim.
No present or future is left for him.
He steps out onto a lonely road,
No more job, or fixed abode.
His friends are dead, his family gone.
He wonders how he'll carry on.
He wishes he'd chosen a different life,
But with no options left he buys a new knife.
He stabs a man, he does not care for or even know.
Because he knows back where he'll go.
A place he's come to call his home,
Where he can't be unleashed, or left to roam.
And so the beast returns to it's cage.
To yearn again, for freedom in an endless age.
And when he's released, again it begins-
A cycle of never forgiveable sins.