DavidA Poem by Gah YanFor David, a distant friend close to my heartHis demeanor is calm Restrained, controlled Cold Snide, sardonic Mocking the mores of This painful world This frigid world His voice is that of a Sewing machine Humming and dragging Piercing truth It evades you And draws you closer Proceeds with caution He is lines and edges His straight, stiff stride The break of his nose The angles of his face Make you wonder Was he not crafted to be kind? But you know His eyes Could freeze you With one glance Icy, penetrating Biting A hidden ocean in storm Passion unseen Behind a veil of tranquility Who does he love? Anybody? © 2016 Gah Yan |
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Added on February 5, 2016 Last Updated on February 5, 2016 AuthorGah YanHouston, TXAboutI call myself a drifter. There's nothing I really hold on two. I am a child of many worlds and don't belong in any. Some questions best left unanswered. more..Writing
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