Sinner's Tragedy

There is a golden fence. A border. Something

Keeping me from the pristine, the gentle

Kept hidden, away from me. Unless

I leave this place, this life, 

This entity

That makes me horrid to those

Surrounding me. I am putrid

To the clean, saline clouds blossoming

In the only place worth breaking into. I am

Quivering, dying to hear the sound of that padlock 

Shattering. But my hands grow tired maneuvering the metal, the bars, the golden

Poles confining me

In this place, this life, this entity,

I’m doomed to be myself

In a world so hostile. So comfortable I

Have made myself in it.