The second sonnet in my series.
Acedia is more than laziness, it is one of the “seven deadly sins,” a subtle but toxic form of sloth, or spiritual weariness.
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Acedia
You’ve seen him at the gym, the puffed-up puppy
on the treadmill, going nowhere fast;
the Volvo-driving, Twitter-texting yuppie,
the DINK, the wine and cheese enthusiast.
A trainer and a personal assistant
plan his every move from A to Z.
Blasé, his urbane life is child-resistant;
designer drugs dispel his deep ennui.
But nights are something else. The masquerades
have tired him out. He mouths a lame excuse
for love; and when Orion dips and fades
he asks the morning silence, What’s the use?
She finds him, later, hanging in the stair-
well. He didn’t care he didn’t care.
