Men cry too
But quietly
Their sorrows are loneliness
Like acid burning into the silence
Of their disguised troubles

They sob too
But you can't see
Because their tears
Mix with their pride
In face of atrocities
Soaked in salty tragedies

They cry asleep
When the nightmares come
Suffocating their throats awake
In a pond of sweat

When their tears dig
Like shovels
Ditches in their faces
To burry their feelings
Under the look of death
In the hope that pity
Doesn't fire a last shot
In their motionless corpse of emotions
Decomposing since years

Men look sad too
But only when their sun goes down
After a tiresome day of pain
To leave them with a dim expression
Falling into the lost thoughts of the night

Men cry too
Alone