Seeing the Sin

I long for night
She cloaks me well,
Blinds my eyes to my
Scars, filth, and mistakes.
I dread the coming daylight,
And as his distance shortens,
Through the haze,
I see my unworth.
When skeletons are well hid,
Arrogance comes with ease,
But when "in the round" ,
It's chocked by
Humility and
Shame.