The Dent Poem by Levi Crum

Childhood is such an amazing time…
For most…
First memories make an impression…
I was happy, i remember the feel of being loved…
I remember how it felt to be in mama's arms…
Until i see the memories…
Memories linger till the day you die…
The first one defines how you live your life from then on…
I remember my Father, I remember a slam…
A scar i carry inside and out…
A dent in the back of my head that caress…
One that's deformed and rugged…
It stays and sticks out defining my fear…
I remember my dad, a brave new dad…
Someone i feel safe with…
Who listens to my fears…
But still i am stuck with my father…
And the dent…
Like its directing all eyes to it, and won't leave me alone…
I can still feel the knife like pain…
I can still hear the thud…
Will it ever go away?
Or will i always feel the time tick by in fear/
Wherever i go its always there…
It's always nagging…
Pulling for attention, and your thoughts…
You see me as a monster…
But i am merly a creture who evolved to survive…
And i did…
But i will always carry a scar…
THE DENT