If there is a special Hell for writers, it would be the forced contemplation of their own works. -John Dos Passos

Monday, March 19

Depression

People say the depression
Is blue and black and purple
As they moan and wail about
How hard their lives are.
My depression is red:
The hot pulsing light
Behind my eyes as you
Pick up your Red Sweater
And walk away.

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