Binging on my senses
I tried staying awake
For as long as I could.
Remembering everything
Thinking, feeling, and silently
I was lying on the bed.
Nothing could move me
Inside or out
I was a rock, cold on the ground.
Afraid of everything I said
Of what answers
I could get.
“Let me know
When you’re proving right
The things you spoke.
Let me know
When it is
That I will light my next smoke.”
Afraid that answer
Would be ‘soon’
Or no answer at all.