Hugging nothingness

Quiet, gentle breeze,
tells you stories
as it is.

Sitting on the bench,
watching the sunset,
you silently smile,
and your eyes get wet.

Yes, just a little moist,
because you’re a man.
Sobbing doesn’t suit you,
so scream as loudly
as you can.

Well, not out loud,
keep it down,
internalize.
You’ve got a family to raise,
not your voice.

You can’t afford a meltdown,
businesses will be in loss.
You may be the man in your house,
but outside,
there’s a line you just can’t cross.

Sure, you can have your days,
some happy hours maybe.
Chug it up, but don’t crave a hug.
And miraculously, if you get one,
don’t let the floodgates open.

Who knows what demons
you’ve been hoarding.
Unleash your chaos elsewhere.
It’s a man’s world, HAA!
For namesake.

Yeah! Kill all that’s good
left in him, so only
nothingness remains.
He won’t speak, he won’t cry,
he won’t live, neither can he die.
Is that a blessing or a curse?
For better or worse,
he’s still trying.