the boy who cried

they say
'big boys don't cry'
but he's seventeen
and he's just lost his mother,
isn't he allowed to show his remorse?

isn't he allowed to let
liquid diamonds drip down his cheeks?
to sob with these great big heaving breaths
and his wretched lungs struggle to keep up
with his wrecked body

so he says,
'no, but a son does'
because death comes too soon
for some of us
and sometimes boys can cry

The End

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