Vice

Vice

A person is defined by their vices

They shape them, mold their malleable form.

We don’t realize that these things have prices

Their consequences begin to take form.

 

The problems start small, but will surely grow

Into something you can no longer tame.

Your vices will show, your sadness will grow

And you will feel unfathomable shame.

 

They make you do terrible, awful things

To the people who shower you with love.

They’re primal at best, and leave you to bring

Nothing but absolute Hell from above.

Reviews

[ReedWrite]

Sad, but true. Our vices, left unchecked, shape us, shame us, and eventually damn us. You penned it well. Good piece.

[J.M. Wise]

Yes, it is sadly true. Thanks for reading even though it has a pretty somber tone.