Found guilty of wanting
Tried by my peers
Locked me away
to avoid their fears

A judge so cruel
Not one but many
The object of my desire
my head executioner

Afraid of the truth
Scared for the future
Not want to upset
vicious to his kind

Piteous he is
Only desire to help
Run afoul the course
mucked by the unforeseen

Knocked off the route
Yet to return
Time runs short
matters not now

One that slipped
The first true one
Never to be regained
I slowly sail by