men's tears.

I've seen them cry,

wail and pry-

but where do their tears go,

for the happiness they forego?

Behind sullen eyes manifests grief-

of hearts ladden with sadness not so brief.

And the cry emerges again,

surging with bitterness and pain.

Where do men's tears fall?

Behind hilltops like mock rainfall?

Or behind their eyes,

like melted ice?

I search my mind,

to understan a mystery of its kind;

men's tears-

a manifestation of great fears.

They always will cry,

to soften hearts cold and dry;

of the tender feelings-

oft° absent in life's happenings.

To oblivion they've been consigned,

pittied by those never concerned.

They wail in silent lamentation;

with hearts engulfed in deformation,

and the repurcasions are tragic-

if embers of love were once intrinsic.

Bunguswa Writes.