Walking through those huge doors
A dirty white with barred windows
One is hit immediately with the stench of
Sterilized decay
Wardens parade around
Donned in cheerless color
Forcing poisoned tranquility
On their hapless victims
Heads limp
Hung down at painful angles
Too weak to do anything
Stare out the windows
Wishing for a life they once had
For what they have now is no life
Abandoned by all who called them kin
Left to rot out
Wasting precious moments
alone