Jean Marble Poet Rhyme

Of Midnight and Myself...

I’m pinned by fingers of the stars
five digits pointing blame,
plucking strings of guilt’s guitar
the tune always the same.

Abominations I committed
suspect of sin before the act.
My vile vices all admitted
be they false or be they fact.

The sharp-eyed inquisitions probe
their midnight sockets strain. 
Suspicious brows and listening lobes
that comb through hairs of weakened veins.

Accountability is dead
in a juxtapose of trust and doubt.
A galaxy of lies instead:
denial draws a drunken drought

With broken oaths in pitch of coal,
the binaries of clever spies 
are laughing eyes o’er hollow souls,
the lux eyed glare of teflon skies.

Alone with Guilt and Midnight stares
my anxious conscience grated raw;
I weave excuses, phantom snares
of why my actions weren’t wrong.

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