Not All Men Cry

I am jealous of the shower

For it gets to cry whenever.

It has its reasons to weep.

The embracing flow of its essence 

Pours upon its admirer a 

Reminder of its ability 

To freely express itself.

The outpour of its existence 

Worsens the apathetic state

Of the man trapped in his head;

Feels antipathy towards the tears,

Mad at their ability to fall.

He longs to relate to the outcry.

He feels the dam being pushed,

But only his will seems to break.

His mind cries out in its own drought.

He has his reasons to cry, 

But something in him inhibits it.

He wants this expression so fucking 

Badly; to release from this deep pain. 

It's an expression of the 

Ability to let go of 

One's own plight and indifference.

They now say all men should cry,

But what if the rain cannot fall down?