The Dent
There's a dent in my chest
it's there, it's just there
I see it every morning
I imagine in the night
it becomes a very dark place
where sadness goes to hide
perhaps sadness brings family
and they fill the dent with tears
perhaps they warm themselves
by a campfire
popping toasted marshmallows
down their throats
to muffle the chattering of teeth
perhaps the dent is sadness itself
wishing it had friends
This poem was originally submitted for the CURE® 2021 Poetry Contest.
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