Men

I stand alone in this endless fight, A ghost in law’s unyielding sight. Bound by chains I did not weave, Crushed by vows that made me believe. Her words are daggers, laced with lies, Yet justice turns its blinded eyes. My truth is lost in echoes cold, As silence tightens its ruthless hold. Each day, I drown in hollow pleas, Begging courts on bended knees. Yet every plea, every tear, Falls on ears that refuse to hear. They call me villain, strip my name, Burn my life in legal flames. With hands once strong, now bound and weak, I search for hope—I barely speak. Is death the door to end this pain? A final step, a fleeting gain? Or is there more beyond the night, A distant spark, a chance for light? If you hear me, if you see, Don’t let this fate imprison me. For many men, unheard, unseen, Still scream inside this cruel machine.

He vowed to love, to stand, to stay, Yet laws decide to strip away. A whispered word, a claim so thin, And justice turns its back on him. No trial fought, no proof in sight, Yet still he's cast into the night. A villain made without a crime, A life undone before its time. He built a home, he raised a child, Yet now he’s seen as cruel and wild. The courts don’t ask, they just decree, His voice is lost in legal sea. A father’s love, a husband’s plea, Drowned beneath bureaucracy. His side unheard, his hands now tied, As silence swallows all his pride. He walks alone, no light, no guide, Labeled guilty, pushed aside. Yet does he not deserve to stand? Or is he doomed by law’s own hand?

In silent strength, he walks alone, A pillar of love, yet carved from stone. His battles fought, his burdens deep, Yet seldom heard when he does weep. He toils each day, both night and morn, To build a home where love is sworn. Yet laws and rules, so blind, so cold, Oft leave his truth unheard, untold. A single word, a twisted claim, And suddenly, he bears the blame. Harasser, abuser—labels strong, Yet no one asks what went so wrong. They say he hurt the ones he swore To love and cherish evermore. Yet his own cries, they go unheard, Drowned beneath the weight of words. His child he raised with love so true, Yet now the courts say, "He fears you." No proof they need, no case to fight, His love erased in legal might. Stripped of pride, of home, of name, Punished first—without the game. No chance to speak, no space to stand, Just written off with one demand. A husband’s pain, a father’s plea, Buried deep where none can see. But does his sufferin...

Where has a father’s love been lost, In what cold winds, at what high cost? For once he stood with equal grace, But now he’s fading, out of place. In homes, in courts, and hearts alike, His love is questioned, out of sight. For every tear a mother cries, The father’s heart too slowly dies. Yet still you say his love is small, As if he’s absent from it all. In stories told and laws that bind, He’s left behind, an afterthought, blind. Is it in silence where he stands, That makes you doubt his loving hands? Is love not quiet, firm, and true, Just as the mother’s love you knew? Where have we failed to see his worth? In every laugh, in every birth? His love was there when nights grew long, His care was there, both soft and strong. But somewhere, somehow, we forgot, The father’s love that never stopped. In modern tales, in views today, His love has drifted far away. So here I ask, both loud and clear, Why is his love so hard to hear? For every mother’s gentl...

                I built a world with open arms, Dreams cradled softly, safe from harm. But now the halls echo alone, A house of love that’s turned to stone. She took the sun when she walked away, Left only shadows in the day. And though my heart still holds him near, I cannot touch what I hold dear. A son, far from sight, Yet fill my mind with sleepless nights. In every whisper, every breeze, I hear the laughter and feel the squeeze. But who am I, if not his guide, With love and pride still pushed aside? The days are long, the dreams are few, And I can't be the one he knew. I send my love across the miles, Through tear-streaked prayers, through broken smiles. A father still, in every breath, Though distant now, until my death.