A fist represents anger.
Anger turns into rage, a swirling black pit of emotion.
The fist swings, a victim falls, swallowed by the darkness.
Anger prevails, pulsates for a moment then diminishes.
Sorrow envelopes the fist.
Guilt seeps through the creases of the fingers.
Fingers grasp at the emotion, only to miss.
Maybe guilt, but sorrow.
Sorrow soon sets into anger.
A fist swings again, only a test, but another victim will soon fall in a pit, with eerie black.
Anger is strong, like a fist.
7/21/93
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