Stella Sisanda Qishi
One Fatal Myth - Poem by Stella Sisanda Qishi
The devastated blighter groaned
and grunted with almost every breath
and in times he vigorously shook his head.
He flickered his eyelids
desperately trying to halt the inevitable Embarrassment
'Men don't cry', he'd been told
when his mother died,
he dared not cry.
when he found his younger sister
sliced like a sacrifitial cow,
he shed not a single tear.
then a string of heart-rending situation followed
still, he held on to hte myth and took it like a man
Time went by and the hilarious man without a joke to tell
but instead shut hinself out of the world
till one day his system crashed
overloaded by pains of yesteryears
He politely asked for his brother's shoelaces
and hung hiself in the backyard.
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