Doing Time In A Solitary Mind Poem by Samael Wolf

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.