The Fist Comments

The abyss is a terrifying place! From my experience, love takes us to a better place.

When have I ever not loved the pain of love? ....past love to mania.~ Excellent; if I have nothing then I am not worry to lose something; I have no love then the hate is beyond of all question; love in phobia ~ so, slack the fist of heart and grasp the ungripped

The fist clenched round my heart loosens a little, and I gasp brightness; but it tightens again. love and the pain of love. the fist shall be opened to love. t ony

The pain of love! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

feel the same way i am a lost soul and looking for my Rock

Hold hard then, heart. This way at least you live.

The relationship and bondage between movement of the fist and stress and strain on heart beautifully unfolded in this modern poem.

Not a promising poem on existential crisis.

and I gasp brightness; but it tightens again. When have I ever not loved the pain of love? But this has moved Hold fast my heart. tony