I feel the struggle. The pain. The self condemnation. Reading the poem, I'm transported to a dark place. I'm alone there. Frightened. I'm mad. Angry about the cycle I'm stuck in. The paradox of my torture being self inflicted is deeply painful. There's a sense of exhaustion. The desperation is heart wrenching. 
Thank you for sharing this.

Rhyming is what stands out. Reddit doesn't display line breaks consistently. I get the sense that after each period should be a line break that isn't displaying, but maybe not. [Here's what I see](https://i.snipboard.io/EA4Qw1.jpg).

Rhyme categorizations:

|Sentence #|[Rhyme](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/English_phonology)|[Metrical foot](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Foot_(prosody))|Instances|
|:-|:-|:-|:-|
|1|\-(eɪ.ʃ)ən|trochaic|in x2, contemplation, temptation|
|2|\-eɪ|stressed|today, say, away|
|3|\-ɪlt|stressed|guilt, built|
|3|kɹ-|stressed|creeping, crumbling|
|3/4|\-ɔ-s|stressed|walls, thoughts|
|4|\-ɪ(n)|unstressed|horrid, in, sin|
|5/6|\-aɪ(m)|stressed|time x2, I x2, crime, fine|
|7/8|\-aɪ.l|trochaic|Nile, bile, vile|
|9|\-ə(ns)|stressed|tense, evidence|
|9/10|\-ə-|stressed/unstressed|get, tense, evidence, let|
|9/10|\-ɪ-|stressed/unstressed|rid, evidence, this|
|10|\-iːz|stressed|please, cease \[slant\]|

Now I will look at semantics. The speaker is going through some ambig

I really enjoy this a lot, and I don't too often enjoy rhyming poems to be honest. I get a great sense temptation, darkness, something which I don't think is touched among regular people too much. My only thing would be that I think this poem would best be served with line breaks, into a stanza as opposed to prose. I think changing the style of the poem gives more life to the rhyming words and just your word choice in general.

Battling in contemplation
I gave in to temptation.
Just for today I say,
while nibbling away.

A creeping guilt,
crumbling the walls I've built.
Horrid thoughts flood in,
leading me to sin.

Just one more time
and I will stop this crime.
Only one more time...
I will be fine.

Gushing like the Nile,
a mix of rue and bile.
Holding my breath,
made vile from the aftermath.

My heart felt tense,
as I get rid of evidence.
Please,
just let this struggle cease.

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Consuming conflict behind closed doors