I'm Listening

and that's when you leave his ass.

i don't like this poem. it is well written, but i don't like it.

I'm so glad you don't like it, Minerva!  It was upsetting to write...

It's either melting into the background or out the door.  The fact that you're staying says a lot for your loyalty.  Drunks and druggies frequently like the sound of their own delusions, and anyone within earshot might as well be a department store dummy.  "Rooted indefinitely / into obscurity."  It's easy to say you're wasting your time, just get the hell out.  This guy might be worth the wait.  Difficult call.  This is extremely well written, Virginia.  Grim, tough and true.  

This is sad. Feeling like you are talked at, rather than talked to. The feeling of dissolving into the background like a wall, as you said. Its a good write and I have felt that many times.

I like this but I want more, I want the stanza of 'Fight Back' and a stanza of 'Victory over adversary'

I probably want too much :-)

great ink as usual :-)

lament of a split personality. sad that the permanent absence of the drugs is too much to hope for...

There are some days when I swear I was a better, stronger person when I was high. Always had my shit pulled together. At first, complete sobriety made me anxious & clumsy, a stuttering fool where I once was so sharp & fast. But that's just being accustomed to that frame of mind, & you eventually have to get over it (hopefully with at least a modicum of humility). I harbor no such delusions. I've discovered a whole new level of dickheaded-ness in sobriety, but I'm trying to temper that. I talk about my drug past very rarely. Can't imagine discussing such a subject in the form of self-praise.

Often it's not a "drug problem" for the users. Most of the time it's a "personality problem". Sounds like someone's "problems" are ongoing. Best of luck to you.