July 2, 2019Poem
Another day gone.
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Another day gone.
There is languor
A feeling
Slowly developing
Into lethargy
A lassitude
An attitude of apathy
Less than pleasant
As drowsiness
Overlaps with indolence
Fading into fatigue
A fugue state
Without the flight
From reality
A seizure can
Be too complex
To be seen
As the brain winds down
Inactivity
Dulls the senses
A double bind
When torpor
Is the last thing
On your mind
Even as eyes close
For a catnap
What happens
In absence
A recharge
Or a gentle drift into
Sloth.