Poem, Poetry by nemo

WILDsound Festival

Genre: abuse, rhyme

by nemo

I squeeze my eyes
Along with my thighs
But your rough fingers still creep up my slender legs
Oh, are you telling yourself lies ?
Are you telling yourself; she’s asleep.
So the guilt would not cut as deep ?
She won’t feel,
It’s the only way to keep
Your sanity.
Your secret.
Your sin.
But while you go into the night as a thief,
I breathe in the disbelief.
Oh, can this really be ?
And then starts the grief.
Some part of you has died,
In the dark of the night.
No funeral or casket,
As my words disappeared with the breaking of light.
– nemo

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