My Dying Rage

Forever an outsider,

a key without a door

 

Locked in your detention,

its barrier secure

 

Always on the outside,

forever looking in

 

My actions well intended,

your eyes see only sin

 

I spend my time in silence,

rejection as a friend

 

These years I serve in exile,

one word from you could end

 

The walls keep growing thicker,

blank paper for a cage

 

My spark now just a flicker

—to light my dying rage

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

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