Scratching, Rubbing...Eventually Sleep, Too. Poem by Eric Gibson

Scratching, Rubbing...Eventually Sleep, Too.



I've finally found it...
The hollow pit of silent
indifference.

Every severed addiction
has one.

Moments come and go
but I'm just here.
Waiting.
Waiting for some baptism,
some enriching sense of
victory.

It comes and goes.

I'll still be here.

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