My prescription drug
has made me a slug
To be a sleeping beauty
seems to be my only duty
I know I am angry
There is some aching pain
which part of me now suffers
Is very hard to ascertain
Until I come to grips
with the reality of my life
I know I am doomed to suffer
I will have no stable respite
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem