I saw him floating ominously overhead
A dark cloud of emotion.
Standing on the plain, I thought he might cry
just for a moment
but the cloud passed on
“big boys don’t cry.”
The dry prairie seemed to beg him
to let go
to cry out
to appease the dry and cracked soil
hardened by months of neglect
but the cloud was strong
he held it in
he didn’t cry
Unwilling for the ground to feel his tears
Unwilling for me to see him cry.
So onwards he floated
whispering
“big boys don’t cry.”
Growing in pain
in tears.
I heard him again later that night
beating down on my abode
tearing desperately against my walls.
I thought surely my walls would hold
that he would pass on soon.
But the cloud kept beating down on all he loved
no intentions
no desire
just the raging fury of a man that wouldn’t cry.
Wow, a poem? Bet you didn’t see that coming!
I wrote this the other day in between classes. Aside from song lyrics, I haven’t written any poetry since I was 14 so I was unsure whether or not I was formatting the prose or patterns in a pleasing way. Still, I’m relatively pleased with how it turned out; I may even try writing additional poems in the future. It’s a style of writing which lends itself very well to allegories and more vague statements which I’ve always been a sucker for.
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