No. 320

Author, C A Middleton

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Big Boys Don’t Cry. By CpSingleton © 2014

Big boys don’t cry,
I hear him yell at me,
Hoping to trap me in emotion.
Like him, never to be free.

No snivels, or more to come!
Pain is for the girls!
They are born from blood and
Tight migraine curls.

We are monoliths of marble,
Absorbing the blows
Like onyx does the sun.
That’s just the way it goes.

He told me all of this,
Without taking the time to review.
It defined his blinkered mind and
Why he sought no answers new.

This is why, out of the blue,
Drowning on his own tears,
He collapsed and died
Despite his middling years.

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