The Nocturn | A Poem

 

I drifted from the day

into the sunken earth of midnight,

and against my better judgment I lingered 

bathing in relished silence 

no different than that same morning 

when I cut myself away from the coiled sheets. 

I can't do both-

shouldn't do both.

Me, the habitual night goblin 

and early morning cleric thinking himself able to maintain some level of impunity through the long-term. 

Even among these thoughts,

I write this poem like a gleeful little troll 

and know that the morning me will curse my name with the sunrise.