He searched for solace in the cruel world,
A dry land where love was just a word.
He craved peace, but it was just a dream,
Like a mirage, it never happened, just seemed.

His heart longed for love's warmth,
But did he deserve it with no strength?
He was desperate for the light,
But his voice died in darkness of night.

He remembered his father's belt,
"Men don't cry," a mantra that he never felt.
But aren't men human?
Feelings are their needs in constant.

He recalls the terror in his eyes, as he gazed at his mother's face,
Seeking refuge from the iron rod's deadly embrace,
Whenever his father's cruelty reigned,
"Men do not feel pain. Pain makes us stronger," a merciless pain.

He remembered his mother's silence,
A refuge that offered no presence.
He begged for her to be his resistance,
But she turned away, showing off her absence.

AH. AH. AHHHHHHHHHH
He screamed, a bird set free in the cage,
When his father's cruelty ignited, at every age.
Didn't her heart thump, seeing her son's sight?
Witnessing his pain day and night.

They say a mother's heart is soft,
But where did her motherhood go off?
Or was he not even her biological child?
In the dark nights, he stood under the streetlight,
A broken bottle in hand, his final act.

Maybe in the next life, he'd be a woman, free to cry,
To thrive, to feel, to live, without the weight of a toxic sigh.