I see his pain.
Raw from years of ill-treatment,
just covered up to seal
his steel strength as a man.

Behind the cigarette smoking
and heavy drinking

I see the tears that will never flow
because he’s a man
and they do not cry.

So he holds it all in.
Because it’s expected of him.
To be a man.

Even though, he desperately wants to.
Just once, let it all out.
But he won’t… Cry…
Not one drop of soul-cleansing tear.


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