The weight of a stone around my neck
A sign of the times
And the hearts I've left.
A weight to remind
...
The Seven Deadlies
Resistance
Is a struggle
I can't quite seem to win
All locked in
My bubble
Checking off my list of sins
I practice
My sloth
With diligence-
There's a bit
Of patience
To my wrath -
I play abstinent
From lustful extravagance,
Still can't quite
Conquer temperance-
I envy your kindness greedily.
(Struggle to hide
What it means to me)
I swallow your words with pride.
This hunger,
It is gluttony.
But at least I'm admitting it
Humbly.
Just me in
My bubble
Checking off my list of sins.