A Messed Up Dented Can
I saved all my pride,
held pain deep inside,
oh, how I tried…
But he was just a man,
who couldn’t understand,
who I really am-
a messed up dented can.
With nowhere to run,
and all madness undone,
bleeding just for fun.
But he was just an old soul,
tried to push when I’d pull,
his life took a sorry toll,
with a dented can not half full.
Forgive me for my lies,
and wearing this disguise,
I see how he tries…
But he is just ash and dust,
where longing is a must,
I screamed, I fussed;
I’m a dented can made of rust.
Never again will I hide,
exuding all my pride,
and oh, how I tried…
But he was just a man,
a tidal wave on dry land,
who could never understand-
I’m just a messed up dented can.
Dented Cans Poetry Contest
John Lawless
January 9th, 2018
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2018
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