I am one of the capital sins,
And can be found everywhere,
Your omissions make up my wins,
Not that you would even be aware.
My gentle touches leave you supine,
You think there's always another day,
Simple, yet the toughest to define,
With great ease, I get my way.
As you while away your time,
Or simply skip your moral duty;
You shrug, feel it is not a crime,
And that makes me dance in glee.
Do you think you know who I am?
As of your life, you make a sham?
I slink in the recesses of your mind,
And slither through your veins,
The calmness you think to find,
Is but my invisible silken chains.
One misstep after the other you make,
Or when you do strive to play fair,
Each time a tiny promise you break,
An error here, or simple silence there.
When you fail to lift a single finger,
Or lend a needed helping hand;
When in a careless haze you linger,
In my tight grip you land.
And here lies the fun, you see;
When to lazy to seek, you find me.
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PoetrySifar, the urdu/arabic for 'nothingness' Fits this collection of random rambling mess, Which for better or for worse, Are all in poetic verse. Featured in WP_Poetry profile - Reading list : Random Limericks, sonnets, rhymes, free verse and haiku...
