This prison of my own making
this life less lived
the love I have forsaken
brings me to the precipice
of half a century of misdeeds
as I review my littany of evil,
Solitary is my mind
Solitary is my kind
Eschewing the conventional norms
I am much to bizarre
for the everyday people,
yet a part of me wishes
I could be like them
But I have tasted the forbidden fruit
alas, I am locked out of the garden
and so I stay, solitary
in every way
with none to join me
in my prison.
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