A walk to remember

Walking down the halls
Only hearing the shouting calls
An old gray withered face did not belong
Amongst all the young men he was a victim.
A can to support a bad leg
Surely he did not belong in such a place.
Once a brilliant doctor
now part of the D.O.C.
His best friend watches from beyond the walls
Wishing, hoping  he will be delivered away from evil.
An addict  amongst criminals
A diagnostician amongst monsters.
Who knows what trouble could come to this man
A man hold a vindictive attitude
Only hope could help this man.
A cold dark cell with a bed not fit
Unfriendly faces staring him down.
No one else would want to take this walk.
Not even his closest of friends
Year of pain, years of hatred
Sent him into the jail...
no sent him into his own personal hell.
Not even god could save him from the
wrath of Hades and his hell hounds.
To break addiction and to forgive and forget
The world will be waiting watching
Just to see if he had what it takes.
He may not be walking down death row
but it is sure a walk to remember