Paracetamol Poem by D.S. Bell

Sometimes I wonder.
Of course, of course,
Sometimes I ponder.
But here I reside
In a room too tall, and far too wide.
In a corner, near the door.

Sat cuddling knees,
Back against the wall,
And salt laden sleeves.
Paracetamol..

Sometimes I ponder.
Of course, of course,
Sometimes I wonder.
But here I lie
On a floor too cold, and far too dry
In a corner, near the door.

Sat cradling knees,
Curled into a ball,
With a mental disease.
Paracetamol..

In a corner, near the door.
Paracetamol..