He felt cold Eskimo, <br />his eyes closed..he is no more, <br />mouth zipped inside 'the box' <br />gone soon, or not soon, <br />gone to heaven or hell, <br />What matters? ...... <br />he is dead! <br /> <br />A bird without feathers, <br />inside a pot... <br />Is it; or is it not a bird? <br />Then Magic, <br />one moment 'tis here <br />then the other its gone! <br /> <br />Tragic! <br />one time i was telling him i care, <br />Then the other he wasn't there. <br />Even men cry <br />I am left alone, <br />it isn't fair, <br />i sat on that room felling strong! ...NOT! <br /> <br />tears flowing as if i had given them a go-ahead, <br />Questions running in my head, <br />instead.. <br />of answers to why you are dead? <br />now i know that... <br />Even Men cry <br /> <br />Why... do they tell me not to do it? <br />Why tell me not to cry? <br />this pain may be wound less on my skin, <br />but there is a hollow i my heart... <br />an unfilled crater, <br />that will take ages to quell its pangs. <br /> <br />Strong i may look, <br />but my strength fades, <br />my knees hobble, <br />tears ripe then i harvest.. <br />and, <br />so i let go and cry... <br />the reason.. <br />Even men cry<br /><br />Dennis Poeta<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/even-men-cry-by-dennis-okoyo/
