Song Cry Of A Broken Man. Poem by MIRAK Montiel

'Song Cry of a Broken Man'

The metal is cold, like the silence you left,
In this room where echoes are louder than breath.
I held the gun once to protect our walls,
Now it guards nothing but the shadows that crawl.

You were my reason, my war, and my flame,
But love felt like bullets and I took the blame.
I thought I was healing, but I was just numb—
Swallowed by ghosts, too hollow to run.

They say a man don't break, a man stands tall,
But even statues crack when no one hears them fall.
I gave you my soul wrapped in years and fire,
You gave me back silence and a funeral pyre.

I built us a cage and called it a home,
But I slept with the echoes, cold and alone.
Screaming inside where no one could see,
Locked in a war with the worst part of me.

Now I sit in the dark with steel to my head,
A lullaby loaded with all that I bled.
This isn't goodbye—it's a song without light,
The last verse of a man who lost his fight.

So if I vanish like smoke in the rain,
Just know love didn't save me—it became my chain.
And though I still hope someone hears this cry,
Tonight I'm the silence that never learned how to die. MIRAK #mentalhealth #mentalhealthmatters #mensmentalhealth