Red and GrayA Poem by A.J. ThompsonA poem about depression.
Squeeze me dry
and let me rot Or keep me for yourself. Out in the sun You chop me up And spread me mercilessly To take advantage. Diced and cut Cooked and fried You handle me with ill intent You treat me like a tomato Ripe for the picking Except tomatoes don't feel. © 2014 A.J. ThompsonFeatured Review
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7 Reviews Added on November 26, 2014 Last Updated on November 26, 2014 Tags: depression, anxiety, illness AuthorA.J. ThompsonCleveland, OHAboutA 21 year old writer aspiring to be a successful freelance journalist. more..Writing
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