Tears Of A Man

A man's tears fall silent, unseen and unheard, A solitary cry, in the depths of his soul, he's scarred. He talks, shouts less, and keeps quiet, a fortress of pride, Bearing the weight, of the world's relentless tide. Scars etched deep, like canyons in his heart, He smiles, a mask, to conceal the art, Of pain and weariness, of a body worn, A mind exhausted, yet still, he takes up the torn. He stands, a pillar, amidst life's stormy gale, A provider, a protector, a guardian of love's frail. He brings home bread, though his own soul is dry, A hero, unseen, unheard, as the world passes by. At night, the mask falls, and the dam bursts free, Tears fall like autumn rain, as he weeps, unnoticed, unheard, and unseen. Nobody sees, the weight he carries, the burden he bears, Nobody understands, the depths of his tears. He's a man, with a heart that aches, and a soul that bleeds, A heart that loves, and a spirit that proceeds, Through trials and tribulations, through joy and pain, He stands, a rock, a refuge, a love that remains. Nights are long, and sleep is a luxury, Sleepless hours, a constant companion, a haunting melody. Desires unmet, wishes unspoken, hopes unfulfilled, Yet, he rises, with the sun, and takes up .