DerrickA Poem by RL Valdez
He does not talk much, always alone.
He's timid and shy, scared with people. He is not anti-social but a little bit weirdo For he does not like tattles for an idle talk. He looks like freak with his tousled hair, Seeing a wacko when he ogles to the air But he is real nice, a tyranny to oppressors Knows how to fight in tact and in words. He speaks in precise size, verses at rhyme Like a poet of Romanticism, emotions at lime. He always wears mask, hiding from the crowd Because his illness is to help, it is his vow. Behind his cold facade who seems no concern, And his demeanour which seems to freeze in naught, He springs his hand to hoist you in a turn Without complains or regressions, he never sought. He's a modern hero without a cape of strength, He trips more than a lot and yet he's resilient enough To feed his principle, to give, to love, to help Without pretense, he's fragile yet he's tough. 20170718 © 2019 RL Valdez |
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Added on August 30, 2019 Last Updated on September 7, 2019 AuthorRL ValdezQuezon City, NCR, PhilippinesAboutThe person in circles, deep thoughts, and happy pens... to whom regrets are measured in pearls. The person behind a mask, behind those thoughts... to whom words are easier on paper than said. Frustr.. more..Writing
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