The only thing worse than being able to lock somebody away is the sense of loss when you are forced to let them go. The only reason that you even did it in the first place was that you knew better, and now, for what ever reason, they have won their freedom. If they knew how to keep themselves free then I would suppose that they should remain free. But they do not. Ones also come and ask to be locked away. Locked away they are not, instead they make a wedge of themselves and enter into confinement. Content they appear, their jailers trapped.
"Freedom?" a jailer offers.
"Not today, maybe the next day" comes the reply.
"But your place is needed for one who does not wish to be here, his wishing not to be here indicating his need" answers the jailer.
"I know this man's hurts" says the inmate "and they are my own. This poor soul must surely be with us, but I cannot go from here".
"What of the warden?" asks the jailer.
"What of him?" asks the jailed.
"He will send you from here and you shall be alone"
"Should I find myself alone then I must face my end"
"How so?"
"My own hand. I have felt in my heart for many years that I have no reason. The loss of your love will surely be enough"
The warden comes. He wears heavy boots and a blue uniform. One side of his body is a different colour from the other.
"It's time for your medication"
"Wha..."
"Just get it down you sunshine, I've been here a long time and trust me, some of these so called doctors are fucking mad men. It's better not to piss them off, look around you, do you want to end up like these poor fuckers?"
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