sloth

I feel it wrapping its arms around me.

My old friend.

The one who makes me pass the day.

In a world that lacks imagination.

Feel it making you stay in one place?

Wrapped in the warmth of a blanket.

Or in the arms of a partner?

Can you sense it as it creeps up on you?

Putting weight on your back and head.

Drooping, I wonder if others are guilty of my sin.

I wake to see I’ve passed the time in a stupor.

Can you see it?

I can’t. The world has grown dark.

my sin has robbed me.