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 now a friend

These years I serve in exile,
  one word from you could end

The walls now growing thicker,
  blank paper for a cage

My spark now just a flicker,
—to light my dying rage

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)