Withdrawal

This Wasteland!

The rain falls through holes in the ceiling.

This only happens when the clouds are out.

Pupils dilate and shake-
I have insomnia again.

The world's turned crooked-
Where did my axis go?
Awake on the floor again.

Inside the drawer is a gift
I'm too afraid to open-
This will kill me eventually.

She will laugh! before she says
hello!
      and touches my elbow.

I already know
I will tell her

everything is fine.