Falling In Love With A Prostitute Comments

She knows about the love than others it seems And you penned it with sadness.

A poem of pervasive sadness. The former is a travesty against love, itself. The latter is a circumstance I've experienced, though I did not go into it knowingly. That's less painful - but your poem posits knowlege of the latter. Depressing. Go for the latter, for even one night. Best I can do. A gram of sweat is worth a pound of spiritual progress. The former is a sin. A gram of gratification is scarcely worth a metric ton of remorse. Uriah, your poems reveal complexities which sometimes leave me reluctant to comment, but this poem is first-class. - Will

Uncommon by the topic of this peom but is beautifully written. Thanx for the comment on 'siezing my depression'. Im sober now from my sorrow but I used to struggle with self-confidence and my purpose in life. Takecare!