Seven

Avarice sits
Heart closed
Giving naught
Uneasy greed
Eating hope

Anger broods
Growing tall
Blocking light
All-consuming
Murderous intent

Pride struts
Inciting
Adoration
Enjoying
Murderous glances

While Envy
Obsesses
Feeling  jealous
Through diseased
Ruminations

Lust oozes
Sliding in
Mindless
Unsatisfied
Sensation

Gluttony’s
Clumsy mouth
Gapes wide
Fueling hunger
Unfulfilled

Sloth decays
Enervating
All it brushes
Sucking out
All life

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17 thoughts on “Seven

  1. I love the characteristics of the sins so aptly and perfectly described! Reading them in this terrific poem makes you realize how destructive they really are.

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