No Other Way to Explain It
There are three deadly sins that devour me
and each, in turn, plot to consume my soul,
leaving me wretched of heart, anomie
preventing exercise of self-control.
The first is SLOTH, my laziness a sin
of major proportions. I hide it well.
But this trait is major. It underpins
much anxiety that I cannot quell.
The second, GLUTTONY. I eat to slake
a thirst for life unattained at most times.
The third is LUST, the desire to make
myself feel better, to taste life sublime.
I must forgive myself these deadly sins
for without them I know darkness would win.