Sloth

I saw this idea on pinterest where you write about each of the seven deadly sins without directly naming them in the poem. It intrigued me.

Stuck.

Unwilling and unable to do

What is necessary and expected.

Wrapped up in a blanket of tar

And quicksand

I feel myself sinking into a pit I created

I did this to myself

and yet it feels like it is being done to me,

Forced upon me like a burden.

Immobile, paralyzed, helpless.

Trapped.

Reviews

[J. Hampton]

great prompt idea

this conveys it well