The tears that men cry

Men don’t cry very often.

Not for lack of tears, nor for

lack of opportunity;

the tougher the target, the

greater the incentive to do it damage.

 

Real men cry, even if they don’t know why;

they just don’t do it very often.

 

Men cry, not out of emotion, but because

they are breaking, betraying their strength,

violating their will to conceal

a hurting child, looking to the man they have

become to protect him.

 

The sound they make is fuelled by disappointment

terror, anguish and rage 

at not finding room or time

to conceal that boy’s tears for processing

at a later date.

 

The sound of a man’s cry

is the death rattle of his self-control,

and it is horrible,

unspeakable,

a sound that is physically manifest.

 

It is the sound of rupturing, as a hurt, broken boy finds

less and less room to stay hidden in. There is not room enough

for a boy and a man within one body; both battle one another

for the best hiding spot.

 

Men don’t cry; they break.

Reviews

Was a little disappointed to wonder where's my favorite awesome intellectual terminology usage to paint pictures of wonders which provoke emotional response and thoughts that dwell within the mind, HOWEVER you don't disappoint with this poem here I must say. Although it is a little different from the usual I've read within your awesome collection of works, this one simply breaks down a well-known catchphrase into a gloriously meaningful reasoning of the fallacies of that ole famous saying.
I say a work of almost perfection, cause it's hard for me to pin point out any negative values of the poem for a more constructive response I'm sorry to say. I'm pretty sucky when it comes to grammar corrections so there's truly nothing I can identify off the top of my head. Possible error though is line 13 (stanza 4, line 1) with usage of the word "fuelled" for one, it's a common spelling error, needs only one L, not two... and but the thing that bothers me is it's use of being past tense rather compared to the rest of the stanza which is set in present tense. It's truly work to actually find something actually wrong with your work Lol... but hope that helps a bit, plus don't wanna kiss butt here. :p
But yes, this poem is indeed do justice for the mind. It delivers morals justifying emotions and that gender is no issue for a troubled mind. Enjoy your work mate, keep it up ;)

[Branch Isole]

A piece with genuine insight into the male psyche, without being sappy nor pretentious. Interesting analysis well developed.