Grave Sight

Very captivating. I like it.

Thanks. ☺️ I wrote it today as I was going through it. I was hyper aware of my suffering.  

I've personally lived through addiction, and this captures the grim reality of it.  It's a slow process toward ruin and decay, and the mental abuse and strain it puts on loved ones is sad.  It destroys relationships and breaks bonds of trust almost as bad as adultery.  I've been that person.  One day, I'd swear up and down that I hate drugs.  The next day, I'd be remembering, and reminiscing, somehow pretending to be fond of my experiences.  It's a foolish deception, substance abuse.  Fortunately, I'm in a better situation now, and not contradicting myself in such hypocrisy anymore.  Anyway, back to your poem.  I like how you use very bleak and dark metaphors, and how you put it into perspective from a person that's put up with addiction (or thus I assume) in someone.  It can take the course of decades to watch the warping damage take place.  Not only to the body, but to the mind, and to what's shared with that person in you.  I imagine it's somewhat traumatic for an innocent bystander to observe.  I hope you're dealing with what's in this writing in a more positive way now, if at all possible.  Life and the world really are crazy and insane, and drug abuse just proves to be one of those things about life and the world that is crazy.  Anyway, thanks for sharing.