She's like a sleepy dormouse
Aroused from his winter nap
The pills render her helpless
Dependant on others for everything
She sleeps like a dormouse
And doesn't make a peep
The drugs have crushed her spirit
Taken away her independence
She's almost thirty, a big girl
But still very much a child
Clinging to mummy tightly
Like the first day of school
She speaks like a dormouse
Timid and shy, silently living
Whilst the tablets take away her fire
Her soul slowly melts away
My little dormouse friend.
© Alice Daley 2013
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