Sloth

What is this heaviness
I feel upon my brow,
What is this heaviness that
lies upon my legs.

Sloth has me locked
in tightly within its embrace,
There is no escaping it.

Sloth promises me sleep,
and more sleep,
rest and more rest,
as I rot away
in minutes,
hours and days.

The lions roam
in the streets,
the policemen on the
road,
the terrorists walk
by day
and night,
It is best you wait
and rest,
Sloth says.

Sloth has made me heavy
and slow,
My walk is uncertain
my body fat,
my mind is empty
my mouth and
belly crave
junk.

Sloth, I no longer
hope, nor dream,
I no longer look forward
to better days,
I rest and rest some more.