My Affliction

[fourtimefelon]

Quite amusing, but also very vague and ambiguous. Perhaps you have left clues but I am left grasping for a specific image to attach to your affliction. There is some good rhythm and you used commas well in the last line. Why get High? How do you get High? and What can be learned from this poem? This gave me some entertainment so good luck.

Well, its all a story actually about adulterous sex and drug fueled despair. How my lack of control is less of a conscious decision and more an unwanted and dominating feeling. Words like lecherous and torrid and flesh are supposed to convey the sex part at least, but I didn't go too specific about the drugs. I left it with vague references, like you said, "The most malign kinds of fun" And even the parts about seeking pleasure in the flesh refer to it. As a matter of fact, I would say that the words about enjoying another person in a darker manner also talk about using the drugs. I personally am an IV user, and that particular type of drug use involves a penetration of sorts, and through my addictions its become very personal, almost like a sexual experience. So where someone in love with a woman (Or man) would hear a song or poem that speaks about yearning, or desires, and correlate their own personal feelings with the ones in the piece of work, I tend to do the same thing, only inserting my usage in place of a physical person. In this particular case, I'm freely moving back and forth between the two, sometimes even one reference can refer to the woman and the drug, like they are the same thing. Because, in my head, they are. I dunno if that makes sense to anyone else, and to be honest, I've never really told anyone all of that. Glad you found some entertainment in it.