Day 7 Prompt: “Write a seven-line poem about one of the 7 Sins that only contains seven words in each of the lines.”
last I checked, you aren’t a lion
so why’ve you got so much pride?
with your head held so up high
you’re sure to feel the rain first
I hear you coming before you arrive
that ego of yours doesn’t tread softly
I’m surprised you can still hear yourself