Adam M. Snow
Nocturnal Transgressions - Poem by Adam M. Snow
By: Adam M. Snow
My nocturnal transgressions upon the hour;
I seek the truth, my lips are sour.
I humble again, what is becoming,
A nightly whimper my flesh succumbing.
Silence becomes the voice of reason;
Agony follows upon my seasons.
My feelings of bliss, I do not feel,
My time alone, these scars don't heal.
I scourge all things from now to yore,
To lose myself even more.
I robbed myself of dignity;
I succumb malignity.
I quiver with fear,
As dawn draws near;
I humble again what is becoming,
A nightly whimper, my flesh succumbing.
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