'Seven Sins' : A Collection of Poems (Sloth)

I've decided to do a short series of poems with the indicative name 'Seven Sins' as the title. Yes, there'll be seven poems in the series, and yes, the poems will reflect on one sin each.

Here is the first one:

Sloth

Insipid dreams,

I dreamt. A pervasive sort of thing.

Caught in the destitution,

I wailed for tomorrow.

I am made and unmade

In the depth of my eyes.

My own shadow knows me not,

Not as much my intellect wishes.

I have long foregone understanding.

My soul, rolls off to the sunset.

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