Its is one consumptive sin ..
All pervasive and long enduring ..
I am its slave ..
For years unmeasured…
I have given up more than could afford ..
And yet not seen light…
When I see the possibility ..
A glimmer of resolve,
My feet solidify..
My body refuses to budge …
Like a wax statue ..
That is erect and strong in the cold ,
And melting in the heat of the moment…
Yet not responsive to anything else..
Eyes constantly searching..
The mind flitting across a thousand things
Like a butterfly..
And the body remains ..
I see it takes more than resolve…
It takes superhuman strength…
Its takes a great sense of time…
Of responsibility …
And I have none…
it wasn’t unduely credited
Among the seven deadly Sins..
SLOTH.
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