Sloth

Coils of cold yellow green rope

Lying heavy, hold her still

Half-sleeping eyes lacking hope

Betray her total loss of will.

Apathy upon her lies, 

Slowing movement, pressing down,

As the sweat on her skin dries,

In open air, you watch her drown.

Without a care, nor wish for more, 

She near-unconscious lingers on, 

As the years around her pour, 

She watches all with half a yawn.

Yearns for purpose, denying strife,

Lacking interest, lacking life.