Lax

A slow sense of languor
seeps into the bones
wiping and eroding vigor
noises fade into a distant drone

An idle thought weans its way
sluggishly floating around
in a listless, obscure sway
reaching nowhere, it rebounds

Stop, rest and never proceed
beyond a dull comprehension
the world around slowly recedes
there is no concentration

An inert mind lies in a laze
soft images pale and fade
in a faint and hazy glaze
a dim torpor pervades

The eyelids ever so gently droop
struggling to fight sleep
in vain, lethargy spreads through,
the weary senses give up