This poem is about men who cover up their problems and fears with material things while suffering in silence.
Men dress in suits,
put on ties
but who on earth,
hear their cries?
Their silence...
Their Fears...
Their salty Tears,
on the pillow leaks;
Looking for answers...
in their sleep
But do dreams...
answer their prayers,
ease their minds,
cure their cares?
While dressing in savvy suits,
like rich fertilizer,
nourishing their fragile roots
But who will heal the pain in their souls
and mature their roots as they grow old?