He sits in quiet solitude
He glares at the wall
His fist shatters a mirror
His knees buckle and fall
He gets to his feet
He paces the floor
He clenches his hands
He slams a nearby door
He jerks at his hair
He grinds on his teeth
His eyes squeeze shut
His heart feels like concrete
He thunders out of the house
He gets in his car
The engine’s roar is muffled by his tortured thoughts
His destination would not be far
The veins bulge in his neck
He stomps down on the gas
His vision becomes a haze
Other cars luster by in a flash
He grips the wheel
As his breathing hitched
He angrily guffaws at the term
“Life is a gift”
He swerves to a stop
At the edge of a plummeting canyon
He stares out of the windshield
Thankful for no companion
He bounds out of the car
Key still in its ignition
He bites at his nails
His thoughts still under the darkest possession
He glares to the sky
And shouts at the Heavens
He curses God’s glory
He screams at the halo heads
He lingers in the stillness
Wanting to be heard
Yet feeling lonelier than ever
Sounding like he’s never said a word
His wrath is suddenly washed
In a deep color of blue
His body cools down
His livid tirade is through
He collapses to his knees
He covers his eyes
His feelings are alfresco and
Finally, he cries
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Boys Cry Too
PoetryIt's a poem about how boys are subjected to the pain of crying, too. Women cry so much that we believe that men have to be the strong ones, but they break down just as well as women do.
