Quiet Dave Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Quiet Dave



Dave was boy who spoke much to self
He'd walk quietly through corridors while others jest him
His stutter come sprout and it shamed him
There was a figure- he drew and wrote of- on his desk
Ana was name- was beautiful and grace filled
Dave smiled to none except perhaps Ana- whom he loved so much
He'd sneak and steal his mum jewelries- bequeaths Ana- gladdens him
And wouldn't eat until know- Ana was well
Dave was lanky, his eye strange yellow
And a protruding belly discern him
He'd walk as if toss by breeze
Onetime Dave mother sought to know his strangeness
And acquaint Sickle cell in his veins breed

A night came; Dave mislaid his glasses and hit head against wall
He lose consciousness as blood spurt on from his head
"It is nothing serious, a day or two- he will be fine" The doctor said
But Dave never was same again
Three nights passed and stitch came unstrapped
There- in his face, was a flaw- a scar
"Handsome! "- His mother referred him as hug gave
This strange to Dave- for mother never called him so
Thro night- he stared the mirror and put hand to scar
Morning came and on he walked quietly- hearing others giggle
It tormented him and Dave drew more within -to self
Now his beautiful and strong heart came as his frail body

Yet as done previous night-
He knelt by bed and pray- God please watch over Ana
One night Dave slept- and dreamt Ana left him
"You are scary" he screamed to reflect
He broke in tears and wouldn't eat coming days
Ana watched Dave silently- without blink
Now Dave came frailer
As effect abjure food reached obvious
One night- as though possessed, he sought Ana
Gripped her by throat and disfigured her
That night he wept thoroughly
Ana was buried- and rain graced burial-
Was gone- he knew'
Yet Ana dwelled in his thought
"Wherever Ana goes' I shall" Dave said to mother who pats him still

Now sleeps each night hoping Ana would come his dream
Other times he'd say' I saw- Ana leaving
Yet, he prays on- that Ana be fine wherever be
Never a doll again was as Ana
That brought much joy to Dave life

Wednesday, November 26, 2014
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